Wu Ting and the others haven't come down from the mountain yet, when suddenly a piercing scream is heard from afar, "Murder! Murder! Someone come quickly!"
Yun Jiao tensed up; it must be Jiang Erlang's corpse that was found. She clutched Wanyan Zhang's sleeve, "Should we hurry and leave?"
"Make sure not to get caught later."
Wanyan Zhang gently stroked her head with his large hand, "It's okay, don't worry."
Yun Jiao stood on tiptoe to look toward the village; many people had run out from their houses and were heading to the back of the mountain.
Luckily, no one was coming this way for now.
She turned her head and sneaked a glance at Wanyan Zhang; did he really believe her when she said she lost her memory?
He seemed very familiar with her; what was his relationship with her?
Father? Probably not, as he looked only in his early twenties, and ancient people married early, but couldn't possibly have such a big child.
