Golden Armored Man (1)

That figure was very fast at the beginning, and Su Mu couldn't catch up at all.

But soon, the speed became slower and slower, and the distance between the two of them kept shrinking.

After getting closer, Su Mu saw that the person was wearing a purple robe and was basically sure that he was the person he was looking for.

"Is that Daoist Zishan up ahead? I was the one who assassinated the black-armored cavalry some time ago. I'm a friend, not an enemy. Can we stop for a moment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zishan Daoist, who was already slowing down, suddenly stopped.

Su Mu thought he believed him.

Who knew that in the next moment, this Daoist actually fell straight to the ground!

Su Mu's heart skipped a beat as he hurried forward to check.

Daoist Zishan's face was as white as gold paper, and his breathing was as weak as a gossamer.

The front of his Daoist robe was already dyed red by the blood he had spat out.

Su Mu was stunned.