As the tiny cut opened, her body quickly withered like a wilting flower, leaving only skin and bones, completely unrecognizable from when she was alive.
The middle-aged man took a step back, stunned. His fists clenched tightly as his body trembled violently, struggling to contain himself.
His daughter had actually died from having her essence drained! At such a young, flower-like age, she died so tragically!
Who did it? Who had so cruelly killed his daughter?
He felt a fierce anger rising inside him, mixed with sadness and loss. The tough man squatted down and cried silently.
"Father..." The man at the door looked at his father, who was crying silently, also feeling distressed.
The middle-aged man got up, wiped his tears off, and went outside. Seeing Feng Jiu sitting outside drinking tea, he ran up and knelt down before her.
