As Qin Canglan fell into a pool of blood in a daze, the shock was still lingering in his eyes.
Guo Huan looked at him coldly, took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hand, and left expressionlessly.
Lightning suddenly flashed across the sky. Thunder rumbled. The dark clouds were torn apart, and a rainstorm slanted down.
Qin Canglan looked at the bean-sized raindrops, his eyes unfocused.
"Hua Yin… I'm coming for you…"
"Look! There's someone over there!"
"Who is it?"
"Let's go take a look!"
A few passing commoners rushed over in the rain.
"A man was killed!"
"He's wearing armor. Is he a general of the Imperial Court?"
"There's so much blood… Can he be saved? Hurry up and send him to the medical center!"
"It's too late. He's out of breath…"
In the darkness, a man in blue wearing a bamboo hat walked over.
"What happened?" he asked a young man who had brushed past him.
