At the mountaintop cemetery, rows of trees still trembled in the wind, but from the surrounding bushes, a strong scent of blood wafted through the air.
The pile of bodies lying haphazardly were those from the two vehicles that had just disappeared.
A cool breeze carried the scent of blood everywhere, several men in black dealt with the bodies among the bushes.
In the crowd, a tall and strapping figure was particularly prominent. He walked toward the gravestone where Huo Jingting had just stood, bent over slightly, and placed his hand on the gravestone.
The man's hair fluttered gently in the wind, and his face was covered by a Black and White Mask, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes like those of a hawk.
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were desperately suppressing some emotion. His gaze swept over the gravestone, and seeing the character "Feng" on it, his lips curled into a scornful smile.