She spoke a few words, her speech lacking logic.
Uncle Karl frowned as he listened for a long time, only then did he vaguely understand, "Yan Qing is in big trouble?"
Jia Xitong suddenly shut her mouth, "No!"
Uncle Karl glanced at her, squatted down, and found a long-unused tobacco pipe from under the seat.
Took a puff, smoke swirling around.
The biggest event these days is the death of a master-level martial cultivator.
Only such an incident would scare the disciples into fleeing.
"Master Wangu is the one who died, Yan Qing is the one who killed him?"
Uncle Karl hit the nail on the head, and Little Raccoon's body stiffened.
She was about to let her soul body return to Shang Yanting's Sea of Consciousness, ready to abandon the car to protect the general, but Uncle Karl grabbed her paw, giving her a sense of being unable to return.
But this illusion soon faded.
She heard Uncle Karl's voice, "Tell me carefully what happened, I can help you."
Jia Xitong: "Help us escape?"
