However, Fuli didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end. Naturally, he was difficult to detect in the noisy and joyful atmosphere.
Han Sanqian frowned. After realizing something was wrong, he frowned for a moment and walked quickly towards Fuli.
Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng, Mo Yang and others also felt their hearts sinking and hurriedly followed.
"What's wrong?" Han Sanqian frowned and asked in an urgent voice, with an ominous premonition rising in his heart.
Fu Mang was not seen, but Fu Li was seen crying. Could it be that...
Fuli shook his head, slightly separated from Han Sanqian's hand, curled up and fell to the ground heartbroken, with tears on his face...
"What's going on? Where's Fu Mang?" Han Sanqian looked helplessly at Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and Mo Yang.
"Fu Mang!" Mo Yang and Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng also looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
"By the way, didn't Fu Mang 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. After handing Fu Li to Shi Yu, he pushed aside the crowd and hurried towards the kitchen.
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 strength, Han Sanqian stood blankly at the door of the kitchen, his eyes fixed on the inside of the kitchen, the expression on his face Anxiety has long since solidified on his face, leaving only sadness...
After a moment, Han Sanqian suddenly rushed in anxiously.
Seeing Han Sanqian like this, Jianghu Baixiaosheng and his gang suddenly looked cold, hurried forward, and rushed into the kitchen.
But the scene in the kitchen made their pupils wide open immediately. A corpse was lying there peacefully, motionless. Although his face was extremely peaceful, his face was as pale as wax.
"Fu Mang!"
Han Sanqian squatted down suddenly, grabbed his arm, shook it and shouted urgently.
"Help him up." Han Sanqian shouted urgently, sitting cross-legged at the same time, preparing for luck to come to him.
Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and others heard the order and hurriedly helped him up. However, several people pushed his body forward.
"Crack!"
A piece of soft grass wrapped in cloth just leaked from his body, and at this time, his upper body became empty almost instantly.
The inexplicable thing frightened Han Sanqian, but what frightened Han Sanqian even more was the extreme lack of coordination in his upper body at this time.
An ominous premonition arose in Han Sanqian's heart, and when his clothes were lifted, he was shocked.
Under the clothes, there is nothing more than a skeleton body...
Mo Yang, Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and others were also shocked.
Without saying any more, Mo Yang quickly stood up and drove away all the people who followed him. After closing the door, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng fell to the ground, tears pouring from his eyes: "How...how could this happen?"
Han Sanqian gritted his teeth, then turned around slightly and checked his legs. He couldn't bear it any longer, stood up and carried his back, crying!
Several other people even looked at Fu Mang's body, crying softly, or hugging each other and crying.
Fu Mang is dead!
He died here in a cold way, almost without a complete corpse.
"Four days, plus four days today, it turns out that the soup we all ate was..." When Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng thought of this, he didn't feel nauseated at all, but felt endless regret.
"Pa!" He slapped himself hard on the face: "Why, why? Why should I be so stupid? Why didn't I notice you doing these stupid things?"
Mo Yang clenched his teeth, even if he closed his eyes, tears kept flowing down.
Even though he didn't get along with Fu Mang for a long time, he still knew how great everything this "reckless man" did was. With a bang, Mo Yang knelt heavily on the ground, bowed his head and cried.
"From today on, my life, Dao Twelve, depends on Han Sanqian and you supporting Mang." Dao Twelve clenched his teeth tightly and clenched his fists tightly.
"Fu Mang, I'm sorry..."
"The food you find for us is the price of your body, but we... are still waiting forever for you to bring more food."
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise.
Han Sanqian suddenly punched the stove in front of him, and the large and solid stone stove instantly turned into powder. Han Sanqian raised his head, trying not to let more tears fall, and gritted his teeth: "This This matter has nothing to do with any of you. It was me. I was the one who killed Fu Mang. If I came back earlier, he...he would..."
The more he talked about this, the harder it became for Han Sanqian to control his emotions. No matter how he raised his head, his red eyes were still filled with tears...
He hugged Fu Mang fiercely and cried bitterly...
"Three thousand, I can't blame you. If I have to blame, it can only be those demon monks and those zombies!" Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng patted Han Sanqian on the shoulder.
But as soon as his hand touched it, his whole body was immediately thrown away several meters. At this time, Han Sanqian's head buried on Fu Mang's shoulder, his eyes were blood red, and black energy began to emanate from his body...
