However, Fuli did not make a sound from beginning to end, so naturally it was difficult to be discovered in a noisy and joyful atmosphere.

Han Sanqian frowned, realized that something was wrong, and then frowned immediately and walked quickly towards Fuli.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng, Mo Yang and others also felt a sank and hurriedly followed.

"What's wrong?" Han Sanqian frowned and asked anxiously, and a vague premonition arose in his heart.

I didn't see Fu Mang, but I saw Fu Li crying after losing his voice. Could it be...

Fu Li shook his head, slightly left Han Sanqian's hand, curled up in dismay and fell to the ground with tears on his face...

"What's wrong with this? What about Fu Mang?" Han Sanqian looked helplessly at Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and Mo Yang.

"Helping Mang!" Mo Yang and Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng also looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"By the way, didn't Fumang go to the kitchen in the end? He didn't participate in our battle, so he should still be in the kitchen." Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng suddenly remembered something and said anxiously.

"That's right." Mo Yang also rang.

"Kitchen?" Han Sanqian frowned, handed Fuli to Shiyu, and then pushed the crowd away and rushed to the kitchen quickly.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and others also quickly followed.

Compared with Han Sanqian's speed, they were naturally too slow. When they rushed to the kitchen with all their might, they stood at the door of the kitchen at Han Sanqian, staring at the kitchen with his eyes fixed on the kitchen. The anxiety on his face had already frozen on his face, and all that was left was sad...

After a moment, Han Sanqian rushed in anxiously.

Seeing Han Sanqian like this, Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and his group of people suddenly looked cold, rushed forward and rushed into the kitchen.

But the scene in the kitchen made them suddenly open their pupils, and a corpse was lying there safely, motionless. Although their faces were extremely safe, their faces were already as waxy as paper.

"Helping the rage!"

Han Sanqian squatted down suddenly, grabbed his arm and shook it and shouted anxiously.

"Help him up." Han Sanqian shouted anxiously, while sitting cross-legged, preparing to be lucky for him.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and others hurriedly helped him up from side to side, but as the few people pushed his bodies forward.

"Play!"

A piece of soft grass wrapped in cloth leaked out of his body, and at this moment his upper body almost instantly became empty.

The inexplicable thing scared Han Sanqian, but what scared Han Sanqian even more was the extreme incongruity of his upper body at this time.

An unknown premonition arose in Han Sanqian's heart. When he lifted his clothes, he was shocked.

Beneath the clothes, there was only a body with almost only a skeleton left...

Mo Yang, Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and others were also shocked.

Without further ado, Mo Yang quickly stood up and drove away everyone who followed him. After closing the door, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng was soft on the ground, and tears burst out from his eyes: "Why... why is this happening?"

Han Sanqian gritted his teeth, turned slightly and checked his legs. He couldn't help it for a while, and stood up and carried his body on his back, bursting into tears!

The other people even looked at Fu Mang's body, crying in a low voice, or hugging each other.

Fu Mang died!

He died here coldly with almost no corpse death.

"Four days, plus four days today, it turns out that the soups we all eat are..." Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng did not feel nauseous at all when he thought of this, but instead felt endless regret.

"Pan!" he slapped himself in the face: "Why, why? Why am I so stupid? Why didn't I find you doing these stupid things?"

Mo Yang gritted his teeth, and even though he closed his eyes, tears kept flowing down.

Even though he had not been with Fumang for a long time, he knew very well how great everything this "reckless man" did. With a bang, Mo Yang knelt heavily on the ground, lowered his head and cried.

"From today on, Dao Twelve's life will be his Han Sanqian, and you will be your support." Dao Twelve gritted his teeth tightly, clenching his fists with both hands.

"Fu Mang, I'm sorry..."

"The food you find for us is the price of your body, but we... are still waiting for you to bring more food."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Han Sanqian suddenly punched hard on the stove in front of him. The huge and strong stone stove turned into powder in time. Han Sanqian raised his head and tried not to let more tears fall, gritted his teeth: "This matter has nothing to do with any of you. It was me, I killed Fu Mang. If I came back earlier, he...he would..."

The more he talked about this, the harder Han Sanqian could control his emotions. No matter how he looked up, tears were still flowing...

He hugged Bu Mang in his arms and couldn't help crying...

"Sanqian, you can't blame you. If you want to blame, you can only be those demon monks and those zombies!" Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng patted Han Sanqian's shoulder.

But as soon as he touched his hand, his whole person was bounced away for several meters. At this time, Han Sanqian was buried on Fu Mang's shoulders, his eyes were already blood red, and black gas began to spread from his body...
Chapter completed!