Inside the Niu Shenjun Temple.
The air suddenly quieted down again.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at the corpse of Gu Qingying lying on the ground and the ice-sculpture-like red-dressed girl, sighing, "Such an accident..."
This level of turmoil was not something that Xun Liuyi, a novice in the Jianghu, should have been involved in.
Getting involuntarily swept up in it only led to being shattered to pieces.
"Indeed, dragging this young man into this was my mistake."
Gu Qingying struggled to his feet, looking at the enormous wound on his shoulder, his face twitched, and he grabbed the Lonely Goose Saber, cutting off strips of his flesh.
Zhong Shenxiu saw that among the pieces of flesh that fell to the ground, there seemed to be tiny white worms drilling in and out, which made him shudder.
