Bai Lu’s face was deathly pale, and her steps staggered as if she were about to collapse at any moment.
Amid the tinkling laughter ringing out from all directions, she took slow, deliberate steps toward Bai Changkong.
Her eyes fixed straight on her own grandfather, she laughed hoarsely, "Grandfather, my child is gone. What about the Bai family? And their Zhu clan’s good name—can it still be saved?"
An eerie, malevolent energy suddenly surged into the air, thick and pungent.
Although Bai Changkong and the others were ordinary humans and couldn’t see the ghostly blood energy like a wolf’s smoke rising up, they could clearly sense the shift in the temperature of the air.
Especially as the wind suddenly picked up all around them, carrying that strange woman’s chilling laughter — filled with sinister intent.
Blood kept slipping down Bai Lu’s body, leaving a long trail behind her as she moved.
Bai Changkong, Zhu Song, Bai Lang, Bai Qiong, Bai Xi, and the others all watched, faces contorted in horror and fear, steadily retreating step by step.
"We have no choice, Wei Shuang," Bai Qiong said seriously.
"That little mutt Lu Shan is too vicious, so cruel and underhanded. He kills with a soft knife. It’s him — it’s all his doing!" Bai Qiong roared hoarsely.