Jiang Yichun simply threw away the dagger and accompanied her in digging the earth with his hands. Having been cured of the poisonous insect poison, Fangzi, who was resting on the side, couldn't help but cry.
The blue-green flames grew smaller and smaller, and finally slowly extinguished.
Suddenly, Xiaohei roared, and Bai Ruozhu quickly looked up to see a woman sitting at the center of the flames, hugging her body in a fetal position.
Her clothes had all turned to ashes, yet her skin was unscathed, radiating a pearlescent glow under the moonlight.
Bai Ruozhu's eyes widened in disbelief; Xizi wasn't dead!
She picked up the dagger and charged forward, fiercely striking towards the woman's neck.
The woman lifted her head, her large eyes filled with confusion, as innocent as if untouched by the world.
Bai Ruozhu's hand halted abruptly; these eyes belonged to Sibao!
"Sibao?" she called tentatively.
