Wang Daniu arrived at the outskirts of the village and indeed saw two beautiful figures in the small forest about a hundred meters away.
Both wore the robes of the Zhuge Family, undoubtedly Zhuge Qingxuan and Zhuge Zixuan. Wang Daniu immediately quickened his pace toward the small forest.
"Qingxuan, Zixuan..." Wang Daniu called out their names while slowly approaching, but the scene before him made his blood run cold.
Under the tree were indeed the Zhuge sisters, but their bodies were stiff, as if bound by some terrifying force.
Seeing Wang Daniu, the spirits of Zhuge Qingxuan and Zixuan were momentarily lifted, but they were unable to move their bodies or speak clearly, their mouths awkwardly muttering.
Only their eyes were ceaselessly moving, their frightened gaze seeming to warn Wang Daniu that the place was not safe.
As Wang Daniu drew closer step by step, the Zhuge sisters almost began to cry in urgency.
