But.
After observing for quite a while, Qin Feiyang didn't hear any noise in the jungle.
He frowned a bit, called out the White-Eyed Wolf, and said, "Quickly sniff here, what scent do you detect?"
The White-Eyed Wolf closed its eyes, twitched its nose, and immediately furrowed its brows tightly.
Then.
It carefully discerned for a moment, suddenly opened its eyes, and looked at Qin Feiyang, saying, "Amazingly, there's the scent of Mu Qing and Zhuge Mingyang here!"
"What?"
"Zhuge Mingyang isn't dead yet?"
Qin Feiyang's body shook as he looked at the White-Eyed Wolf in surprise and doubt.
The White-Eyed Wolf said, "I don't know if he's dead or not, but there is indeed his scent."
"How is this possible?"
"At that time, I burned his flesh to ashes, can he still resurrect from that?"
Qin Feiyang's heart surged, incredulous to the extreme.
"A person burned to ashes can resurrect again?"
"You've got to be kidding!"
The young man in white muttered to himself.
