"Who knows..." Feixue said indifferently.
At the same time, several members she had brought along had already scattered in the vicinity, attempting to track down Liu Sheng's traces.
Among them, one Ye Boshou noticed a drop of blood on a blade of grass and casually snapped it off.
...
Meanwhile, several kilometers away,
A figure leaped out from a garbage truck and blended into an old residential building with eerie movements.
He exhaled a breath of foul air but wore a smile on his face.
"How does it feel to be killed by your own victims, Qin Zhi?" he said with a grin.
The little girl next to him, pinching her nose, muttered, "Uncle, didn't you say those copper arrows are precious? Why did you use them up just like that?"
In the young girl's understanding, the uncle would pray to those few copper arrows every day.
They must be something important and valuable, yet they were used without hesitation.
This was something she couldn't comprehend.
