Refuge (1)

Feng Wu saw a lot of people on the road, and some of them didn't seem to be doing well.

She tried to ask a few people about the situation, but they weren't in the mood to talk, and their eyes were numb. All they told Feng Wu was that the war in Southern Yan was coming, and the soldiers at the front wouldn't be able to hold their ground. Therefore, they were running as fast as they could toward the imperial capital.

Feng Wu was surprised. Southern Yan? Was it at war with Northern Yan? When was that? Why didn't she know anything about it?

But these people didn't know much either. They left in a hurry.

Feng Wu put a hand on her chest again.

"Your wounds are too severe. You need to find a place to treat them!" Little Phoenix had never looked so serious.

Feng Wu waved her hand, but blood rushed out of her throat, and she almost couldn't hold it down.