On the second day, those who had killed outside returned one after another and learned of this matter. Some were indignant, some lamented, and some didn't believe it, but the helpless fact was that the officers they were protecting had died, Li Qiushui had died, and those who had experienced the events of that night never spoke of it again. Su Tianhai hadn't been awake long before he started spitting blood and fainted, unsure if it was from the grief or the blows Murong Yuanqing had dealt to his heart meridian.
And Li Qiushui was taken away by Murong Yuanqing. In the breakout two days later, he carried Li Qiushui's corpse on his back, and among these people, none dared speak against it, letting him do as he wished.
Su Tianhai was similarly taken away. Over the years, he had made some friends, so it was impossible for them to leave him injured and abandoned here.
