“Hahahaha!” The moment Yun Che finished his sentence, crazed laughter resounded in the air. Right after, a youth dressed in white slowly walked out from behind a tree. That particular youth was Feng Baiyi.
“Yun Che, I was still having trouble earlier about finding a place to kill you without leaving any trace. I didn’t expect you would actually find such a fine grave for yourself. Should I call you an idiot, or a fool?”
“Grave?” Yun Che smiled faintly as he looked at Feng Baiyi and and the black youth. “That’s right, this is indeed a fine place for a grave. But I did not find it for myself, rather, it’s for the both of you.”
Feng Baiyi’s expression sank, and he laughed coldly, “Death is at hand, yet you still dare to utter such boastful words. Well, so be it. There’s no need to say anything more to a dead person anyway; Xuelang, kill him!”