The Wind Lamp cast an eerie hue over the bloodstains on the ground,
Yun Ziliang felt his mind go blank, while Sister Cui instinctively deduced what the bloodstains signified. She suddenly covered her mouth, her body trembling lightly.
"Mr. Yun, are you certain these bloodstains belong to Little Fuzi?"
Huang Xi also realized the gravity of the situation.
In this desolate wilderness, the appearance of Little Fuzi's bloodstains was a dire omen.
"It's over. If something happens to Little Fuzi, how will I explain it to Xiao Xuan?"
Yun Ziliang snapped back to his senses, immediately slapping his thigh and wailing aloud.
Little Fuzi had come to Mingjiang Prefecture alongside Zhou Xuan, and the two had already built a deep bond back in Ping Shui Prefecture. If anything happened to Fuzi, Zhou Xuan would undoubtedly be burdened with immense grief.
And even without considering Zhou Xuan's connection,
