On the verge of widowhood

Bai Zi glanced at it: "I have my own measure."

Yunmu gritted her teeth and turned her face away, just as a dark cloud floated over to cover the moon, Bingdeng Yulu's expression instantly became dark and unclear: "There is movement."

Yunmu immediately held her breath and listened attentively to the almost inaudible sounds hidden behind the voices of humans and the rustling of insects and birds. Bai Zi quietly transformed into a knife. After the dark clouds passed by, the blade shone in the night with the moonlight shining. In the cold light, light green fluorescence began to appear on the raised palm of Ice Lantern Yulu.

"North east 39 degrees 730 two meters."

Almost at the same moment when they rushed over, mournful wailing across the night sky, in the dark alley, the corpses of the innocent dead were still warm, but the culprit had disappeared.

Yunmu gritted her teeth: "Chase!"