The Buddha's Birthday (1)

The carriage was heading towards the Palace of Salvation.

Yang Dianfeng's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were already spurting blood.

The servant girls of the Jiang family screamed repeatedly when they saw this, and their terrified cries spread far away.

"Someone come, someone come quickly. Young Master Yang is bleeding from his seven orifices." Everyone screamed.

A thin young man ran out of the Jiang family. He looked about seven or eight years old and looked cultured.

"Brother Pinnacle…" Jiang Huailin hurriedly ran towards Yang Dianfeng.

Jiang Huailin was seven years old now, and he often played with Yang Dianfeng, so they had a good relationship.

As he ran over, Yang Dianfeng turned around.

Jiang Huailin stopped in his tracks.

She looked at him with fear in her eyes.

"You're not Brother Pinnacle." Jiang Huailin's tone was full of certainty, and his entire body was on fire.