It was not Jiaojiao.
It was not Jiaojiao.
It was not Jiaojiao, either.
Every person bore the mark of being killed by a single blow from the Red-Tasseled Spear, clearly showing that Gu Jiao had an easy time dealing with them.
If the dead man had been here, Gu Jiao would not have succeeded so easily.
After digging out the last body, Gu Changqing knelt in the snowfield, his fingers stiff and breath ragged.
If Gu Yan were here... If Gu Yan were here... he could definitely sense where Jiaojiao had gone to...
Ultimately, Gu Changqing was not Gu Yan; he couldn't sense Gu Jiao's movements. He only had an inexplicable intuition that Gu Jiao had left the forest on some sort of mission.
She probably anticipated that she would not return so soon or might not even be able to return at all, so her planned escape route was to have the patients rushed to Yuegu City, to be managed by Doctor Song.
She... she went to find that dead man of her own accord.
Why did she go to find him?
Why?
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