Feng Wu and Li followed Zilan through the woods.
"Come here." Zilan waved at Li.
Despite her fear, Li still forced herself to walk toward Zilan.
Zilan glanced at Li and smirked. "You have the plague. Die!"
As soon as she said those words, Zilan struck Li's head with a knife.
"Ahhh!"
Li's stomach lurched.
Just then, there was a whooshing sound.
A dagger cut Zilan's throat.
"Hm…"
Zilan turned around and looked at the people behind her.
Feng Wu stood behind her with an indifferent look on her face and a calm look in her eyes. She was holding a dagger, and blood was trickling down the blade.
"You…" Zilan was dumbfounded.
She was supposed to be the one in control and could decide who lived or died, but now…
Feng Wu watched as Zilan fell.
"Little Feng…" Frightened, Li grabbed Feng Wu's hand and burst into tears. She was too scared to speak.
