Locals call it "Ghost River"...
In Bingzhou, there are water routes crisscrossing in all directions. Ghost River is about ten zhang wide, and Ao Qi led less than a hundred of his remaining men. How could they have escaped the pursuit of the Qi Army?
In fact, in everyone's heart, Ao Qi was presumed dead on the escape route.
Otherwise, why did he not appear when Pei Jue's army arrived?
Among Ye Chuang's sobs, the image of Ao Qi's face appeared in Feng Yun's mind.
The young man's countenance was handsome, lively and vivid, his every frown and smile seemed close at hand, and Feng Yun could not believe that such a vivid person could have simply ceased to exist.
But death is exactly like that...
Sudden.
Feng Yun gently let down the curtain and said to Wen Xingsu, "Big brother, is it possible for us to change our route and travel along Ghost River?"
Wen Xingsu guessed she wanted to search for Ao Qi and mused for a moment:
