Bai Yaoyu hurriedly lent a hand, helping Fang Youzhen pull General Fang ashore from the pool.
"Father, father!" Fang Youzhen couldn't stop her tears, gently patting General Fang's face.
Bai Zhi'er stood quietly at the side.
The child's large eyes were full of compassion.
She could tell that Uncle General no longer had any breath of life.
Fang Youzhen's tears fell like rain as she touched the wounds on General Fang's body.
Bai Yaoyu frowned and examined them briefly: "They're knife wounds."
Every cut was almost at General Fang's vital areas, deep enough to expose the bone, with flesh turned out.
The most shocking was the deep knife wound in the palm of General Fang's left hand.
It was obvious that he had once grabbed the opponent's blade with his bare hand.
Fang Youzhen's voice was hoarse from crying: "What on earth happened!"
Bai Zhi'er turned to the pockmarked man and said: "Uncle Wuzi, look around the area to see if the bandits left anything behind."
