The battlefield was just a gathering of shadows.
At the moment of Mo Lin's life and death, Hong Fan and the others disappeared?
Only a pile of white bones was left.
Fu Qian kneeled, holding her head with trembling fear.
"Hey.." Mo Lin touched Fu Qian's shoulder.
Fu Qian jolted, stumbling back, looking at Mo Lin nervously swallowing.
"What's wrong?" Mo Lin asked Fu Qian.
Mo Lin wasn't pretending to be ignorant.
His sight and hearing had been taken away, so he didn't know what happened.
"What happened?" Mo Lin asked Fu Qian: "Where are Hong Fan and the others?"
"Dead."
Fu Qian seemed severely frightened, stuttering as she spoke.
"They were all killed by you."
"Me? Killed them?"
Mo Lin paused, he hadn't done anything just now?
Hong Fan's Copper Coins were formidable, and Mo Lin couldn't have killed Hong Fan in just a few breaths.
"That..the coin.." Fu Qian pointed to the distant golden coin, speaking slowly to Mo Lin.
