"Hehehehehe....."
The Wood Puppet Monster peered into the ravine, noticing Xia Hong's Beast Skin Clothing lying quietly at the bottom, surrounded by bloodstains. Its laughter turned increasingly sinister and rampant, even carrying a hint of glee.
Whoosh......
It leaned forward with interest, blowing a breath into the ravine. The airflow turned into a gentle breeze, blowing the Beast Skin Clothing aside, evidently wanting to take a closer look at Xia Hong's body.
But with that blow, its expression changed drastically.
Underneath the Beast Skin Clothing, it was empty, with only a smear of blood left.
Where was Xia Hong's body?
The Wood Puppet Monster's face showed shock, and it suddenly turned its head to look at the large sword on its right shoulder. Its scarlet pupils contracted sharply.
