"Master, this is the place."
Luo Yu stepped forward and handed her the shoe and blood stained torn clothings: "Although this piece of cloth is torn and bloody, it's still obvious that it's their clothes. After further investigation, someone heard the roar of a tiger spread through the forest, I'm afraid…"
Both Little Feng Ye and Sunny's clothes were made to order, and upon closer inspection, it wasn't difficult to confirm that this was the same material. However, what they never expected was to see the bloodied ground and rags once they had found them.
Feng Jiu's heart sank as she held the shoes. She didn't speak for a long time. Were they both really gone? Were they killed by the tiger?
"Go back!"
Feng Xiao spoke, his face pale as he turned and started walking back. Father and the rest had perished in the fire, and now, he wasn't even able to save his younger brother, he had died at the mouth of a tiger. How would be able to face his father when he met him in the netherworld?
