Wuya said coldly, "Why would anyone want to visit a sickly person!"
Jiang Yang...
Alright! This ancestor has become even more cold-blooded than before.
Eryue couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Wuya, where's that elder sister who always followed you?"
Wuya halted her steps, her tone even colder: "Dead!"
Dead?
Eryue was extremely surprised, wanting to ask more about what had happened, but Wuya had already disappeared.
Jiang Yang and Xiaohei exchanged glances, both equally astonished.
That chubby, food-loving little girl was dead?
How did she die, and when did she die?
Following Wuya, how could she have died?
But no one gave them answers, as Wuya had already left.
She was like a real crow, coming silently, leaving without a trace.
However, if that little girl was truly gone, Wuya's current icy temperament could be understood.
Back then, it was because of that little girl's presence that Wuya had a touch of humanity, a sense of hope.
