"Check how he died!"
Looking at the body that lay face down in the sand, clearly having died not long before, Fang Xiaocao's heart was full of doubts, her mind brimming with speculation, "Could it be that last night, nearby, there wasn't just our two groups of people, but a third party lurking on top of this dune, watching the battle, and Su Wanqing just happened to run here?"
"Did these people then clash with Su Wanqing and Little Luban, resulting in one of them dying while Su Wanqing and Little Luban were both captured?"
Fang Xiaocao tried to rationalize the appearance of this male corpse as much as possible.
But in the end, she shook her head.
Too many coincidences!
Unreasonable!
Rather than reason this way, Fang Xiaocao preferred to believe another possibility, that this man knew Su Wanqing, and they had planned to meet here to pick up Su Wanqing.
