He Yunjian took a gentle breath, turned around, looked at the marshals rushing over, and greeted them with a smile: "Brothers, no need to... cough, worry, cough cough! I'm not..."
He Yunjian hadn't taken a few steps when he coughed lightly.
He didn't mind and still wanted to say something, but the coughing grew more severe, and a large amount of scarlet blood sprayed from his mouth.
He Yunjian's eyes widened, his vision gradually blurred, his body swayed a few times, and then he fell straight into Wei Yu's arms.
Wei Yu placed two fingers on He Yunjian's pulse, and his face turned immediately grim.
The life within He Yunjian had completely ceased, he had already died!
"Brother, how is he?"
The marshals asked with concern on their faces.
"Dead."
Wei Yu coldly spat out the word.
The whole place was in an uproar!
In an instant, everyone's eyes were on the black-clad man who had just appeared.
Who is this person?
Why did no one notice him at first?
