The instant Xiao Wu regained consciousness, a thick, pungent stench of blood assaulted her.
Xiao Wu stirred in bewilderment, but a moment later, her gaze froze on the horrifying sight before her.
On the ground lay a massive headless corpse, blood still gushing from its severed neck.
The shattered remains of the Clear Sky Hammer lay scattered nearby, a gruesome, jarring sight.
Not far from the headless corpse, a human-shaped figure lay slumped like a puddle of mud in a pool of blood.
Every acupuncture point on his body was charred and ruptured, his limbs twisted at grotesque angles. Blood and mud covered his entire face as he groaned and convulsed weakly.
"Uncle... Uncle Hao?!"
Xiao Wu's pupils shrank to pinpoints. She felt as though lightning had struck her, all the blood in her body freezing solid in that instant!
"No... this isn't real... this isn't real!!"
Xiao Wu let out a piercing scream, struggling frantically to throw herself toward the headless corpse.
But Yin Changqing's soul power had become invisible chains, binding her tightly in midair. She could not move an inch.
Then her gaze shifted to the twitching mass of flesh on the ground.
When she made out that barely recognizable face, it felt as though an invisible hand had crushed her heart!
"Brother San-!!"
Xiao Wu screamed in heart-rending anguish, tears pouring out like pearls from a broken string:
"Brother San!
What happened to you?!
How did you end up like this?!
Answer me!
Brother San!!"
Hearing those familiar, desolate cries, Tang San, who lay like a puddle of mud on the ground, barely managed to lift his swollen, bruised eyelids.
He looked at Xiao Wu in midair, blood seeping from the corners of his eyes again. A hoarse, sobbing rasp like broken bellows rose from deep