Later, for reasons unknown, Wu Yixuan and the two others all died.
Before their deaths, they didn't even have time to leave information about the murderer.
Wu Yiyi speculated that this matter might be related to Xiao Yu.
Even if it isn't, this person likely knows something.
"That Xiao Yu, so secretive, everything related to him carries a hint of strangeness."
"The death of Xiaoxuan is very likely linked to him!"
Wu Yiyi muttered to himself.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his spiritual sense was pushed to the extreme, yet he found nothing unusual.
His right hand lightly patted the storage bag, and a purple pouch appeared in his hand. With a slight thought, special powder from the pouch transformed into a yellow fluorescence, wafting in the void.
"This method won't work..."
"Every martial artist is most interested in the Witch Race heritage. Let's try the Witch Race's methods."
Wu Yiyi pondered to himself.
