She remembered the corpse she and Zhi Chen had claimed on the mountain.
The person had been bitten to death by a wild beast in the mountains.
The body was unrecognizable, the bones were gnawed into pieces, and the entire person had lost all semblance of humanity—so much so that even the corpse couldn't be put back together!
Huiying shivered intensely, a chill running down her spine without the cold!
Her small hand reached into her sleeve and produced a large handful of powder. She could no longer restrain herself, as a murderous intent had risen in her heart.
But just then, Shujun came up behind her and gently held her hand.
"Xiao Hui, let her live a few more days. Leave her to me, okay?"
Shujun smiled faintly, his smile like a gentle breeze, like the bright moon. It was very gentle, very light, yet surprisingly soothing to her raging, furious soul.
Once Huiying had calmed down, Shujun looked coldly at He Su.
