All of this happened so suddenly. It was so sudden that the young boy could not accept it at all. The figure familiar to him for many years, who had just been reminding him to come home early for lunch yesterday noon, had turned into a cold corpse in the blink of an eye.
All of this was because of this medicine pouch.
Miracle Medicine...
Miracle Medicine...
The boy had no time to think, as the sounds of chaos came from afar—the pursuers were coming.
Ning Yi gritted his teeth, grabbed the medicine pouch, and turned around, scrambling to run towards the distance.
Before leaving the town, Ning Yi glanced back and saw a scene that he would never forget in his lifetime. The townspeople had already turned into tree-like monsters, making hoarse roars, using branch-like limbs to pierce through Old Wu's mutilated body.
In the glow of the flames, Old Wu's expression was pale and lifeless, with his half-open eyes seemingly saying; Leave here, and never return.
