Ren Xingzhou walked to Wu Jiu's body, looking at those black pupils that had long since lost their light, and the numerous bullet holes riddling his body, his eyes revealing a sorrowful emotion.
"Wu Jiu, who exactly dealt you this fatal blow?"
Nan Yu's body shook as she stood up from the bushes.
She softly called out, "Brother Ren..."
Ren Xingzhou, hearing the voice, abruptly looked up and saw Nan Yu, covered in blood, standing there weakly.
He exclaimed in shock, "Nan Yu, what on earth happened? Didn't I just go to drive away a pack of wolves? How did it come to this, with Wu Jiu dead? The lady severely injured, her life hanging in the balance? And why are they saying that you fell to your death from a cliff?"
Nan Yu's steps were unsteady as she walked up to him, tears brimming in her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of grievance.
"It wasn't me. It was Nan Qingqing who did it. She turned right into wrong, pinning all the blame on me."
