When Lingjun and Zhengze entered the dark forest through the glowing light of the Mingguang Spell, they saw a man in white slumped against a tree, dying. Countless blood flowers bloomed on the blood-stained white clothes.

This man in white was the road Xiuyuan where Cai and Lingjun said goodbye in the evening.

I saw Lu Xiuyuan 's pale face at this moment, his blind eyes scanning helplessly, leaning on his body to listen to the movement of the wind, and muttering vigilantly ...