"Why did Hao Yun die here? Could it be that he came to Black Rock Ridge to find us and accidentally encountered the black whirlwind?" Qiao Zixian gradually calmed down, but her face was filled with confusion and puzzlement.
"Impossible. The black whirlwind would have shredded our bodies, yet he is intact, without a trace of external injury." Mu Qianyue frowned tightly, walked to Hao Yun's body, crouched down, and reached out to tear open Hao Yun's clothes, discovering a palm print on his chest, but it wasn't fatal.
Then Mu Qianyue inspected his head, found no external injuries, thought for a moment, flipped Hao Yun over, tore off his back clothing, exposing a deep palm print, evidently the fatal blow.
Upon seeing this palm print, Qiao Zixian couldn't help but gasp, her eyes gradually turning cold, tinged with a red chill, "It must have been Xiao Muyu who killed him!"
Besides him, she could think of no other person.
