Qian Jijiang's face was flushed. Looking at the speed at which the candle in his hand was burning, he let out a faint breath of relief. Qian Jijiang turned back to glance at the others and saw they had all kept up. He was just about to turn his head back when his eyes suddenly fixed on the old woman, Feng Yu.
Feng Yu's face was tinged with green. That, in itself, was nothing—but at some point, Feng Yu's eyes had turned pitch-black, without a trace of the emotion a human ought to have in them, only a sheet of icy cold.
Chen Fei was following behind Qian Jijiang. Seeing Qian Jijiang's expression change drastically, his own heart could not help but jolt. He looked back and immediately saw the strangeness in Feng Yu as well.
As though sensing the two men's gazes, the corners of Feng Yu's mouth slowly split open, actually stretching all the way to the base of her ears. A hair-raising chill shot straight into their hearts.
Draw the bow, loose the arrow!
When everyone was running with all their strength, in truth, only Chen Fei had kept a little strength in reserve. Chen Fei's body twisted, and the arrow in his hand shot toward Feng Yu in an instant.
Bang!
Before the arrow could even reach Feng Yu, Feng Yu's head exploded. Blood, flesh, and green mist instantly spread in all directions.
Chen Fei instinctively held his breath, but he still felt a trace of dizziness filling his mind. Looking again at the skin exposed outside his clothes, it was already a slick, oily green.
Rushing out of the area shrouded by green mist, Chen Fei produced a medicine bottle in his hand. Three or four Detoxification Pills were swallowed by Chen Fei in one