Han Sanqian squatted down fiercely, grabbed his arm, shook it and shouted anxiously.

"Help him up." Han Sanqian shouted anxiously, sitting cross-legged at the same time, ready to be lucky to him.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and others hurriedly helped him up after hearing the order, but they pushed his body forward along with several people.

"Crack!"

A piece of soft grass wrapped in cloth leaked from his body, and at this time, his upper body became empty almost instantly.

The inexplicable thing scared Han Sanqian, but what surprised Han Sanqian even more was the extreme incoordination of his upper body at this moment.

An ominous premonition rose in Han Sanqian's heart, and the moment he lifted his clothes off, he was shocked instantly.

Under the clothes, there was nothing but a skeleton body...

Mo Yang, Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and the others were also taken aback.

No more talking, Mo Yang quickly got up, drove away all the people who followed, closed the door, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng slumped to the ground, tears poured from his eyes: "Why...how did this happen?"

Han Sanqian gritted his teeth, turned around slightly at this time, checked his legs, couldn't help it for a while, stood up with his back on his back, and burst into tears!

Several other people even looked at Fu Mang's body, or wept softly, or embraced each other and cried.

Fu Mang is dead!

He died here icy cold with almost a method of death without a whole body.

"Four days, plus today's full four days, it turns out that the soup we all ate was..." Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng thought of this, without the slightest nausea, but with endless regret.

"Slap!" He slapped himself heavily on the face: "Why, why? Why am I so stupid? Why didn't I find you doing these stupid things?"

Mo Yang clenched his teeth tightly, even with his eyes closed, tears kept streaming down his face.

Even though he didn't get along with Fu Mang for a long time, he still knew how great everything this "mang man" did. With a bang, Mo Yang knelt heavily on the ground, bowed his head and cried.

"From today on, my Dao Twelve's life is for Han Sanqian, and for you to help Mang." Dao Twelve clenched his teeth tightly, his fists clenched tightly.

"Fu Mang, I'm sorry..."

"The food you find for us is the price of your body, and we... are still forever waiting for you to bring more food."

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Han Sanqian slammed his fist hard on the stove in front of him, and the large and solid stone stove immediately turned into powder. Han Sanqian raised his head, tried not to let more tears fall, and gritted his teeth: "This This matter has nothing to do with any of you, it was me, I killed Fu Mang, if I came back earlier, he... he would..."

The more he said this, the more difficult it was for Han Sanqian to control his emotions. No matter how he looked up in his red eyes, tears were still flowing...

He hugged Fu Mang in his arms fiercely, and couldn't help crying bitterly...

"Sanqian, I can't blame you, but those demon monks and zombies!" Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng patted Han Sanqian on the shoulder.

But as soon as the hand touched it, the whole person was immediately bounced several meters away. At this time, Han Sanqian, whose head was buried on Fumang's shoulder, his eyes were already blood red, and black energy began to radiate from his body...

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