The two men unwillingly glanced back at Yingying.
From the start, their focus had always been on Mo Lin.
They hadn't noticed anyone behind them at all.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have died in such a humiliating way.
Mo Lin stepped over the corpses of the two men.
Looking for Mo Haiyue's figure.
Mo Lin's gaze swept through every corner, the surrounding trees, stones.
He looked everywhere.
Finally, Mo Lin saw something peculiar.
In the red pavilion ahead, some yellow papers were pasted.
The yellow papers were very conspicuous. Mo Lin approached the pavilion and then tore off the yellow papers with his hand.
A gust of air rushed towards him, pushing Mo Lin backwards more than a meter.
A colorful barrier appeared around the pavilion.
Inside the barrier sat a woman.
The woman's hair was loose, she sat on the ground looking bored, holding a wooden stick in her right hand, drawing something on the ground.
