Murong Bingyun was dead, and his death was particularly gruesome...
By the time Bei Yu and his companions found him, he had already lost all signs of life, his innards hollowed out, his face twisted in fear, his appearance as miserable as it could possibly be—a stark contrast to the steady, distinguished scion of a noble family from before, it was simply unbelievable.
Especially to Bei Yu and the others.
Several of the women almost vomited on the spot!
The descendants of the Northern Wolf Country were no strangers to gore. In fact, from the age of five, children of the noble families underwent a blood ritual of wolf's blood. Many had even faced the selection of the Wolf God at a tender age, wrestling with ferocious hungry wolves—quite a few had been bitten to death by the ravenous beasts at that young age.
Many had witnessed such scenes in their youth, but even they could not stomach the horrific death of Murong Bingyun!
