"Let's hunt weapons..." Yu Zhe muttered while he squinted his eyes and stared at the headless corpse hanging above them. For some reason unknown to him, his attention was glued on the colorless parasol. There was melancholic aura within it. It was like the parasol was mourning in silence.
With the lady's unexpected appearance and instant death, everyone had lost the feeling of fatigue. They were reminded that it was impossible to take a rest in such a place.
After the group left the redwood tree location, a lingered consciousness from the fallen head of the lady made a last wish.
'I will give you every bit of my blood essence and you are free after you killed them! All of them!' Her consciousness linked directly to the umbrella in her headless body. Her pale hands that were gripping tightly on the object began to turn dry.