Mo Lin felt a sense of bitterness in his heart.
Even though he hadn't spent much time with Zhong Yangxi and the others,
in terms of friendship, there really wasn't any, yet he didn't know why, but when this group of people died, Mo Lin felt an empty sensation inside.
The smell of blood was strong behind him.
Zhong Yangxi and the others were all dead.
Dead at the hands of the Evil Spirit.
Zhong Yangxi and the others came here with the resolution to die.
Mo Lin felt a sense of indescribable emotion.
A group of people died to protect him.
No matter the reason, the deaths of Zhong Yangxi and the others had more or less something to do with Mo Lin.
"This enmity must be avenged," Mo Lin coldly rebuked in the direction of the Evil Spirit.
Now that he was left alone in West County, staying there held no meaning.
Mo Lin alone couldn't destroy all the Evil Spirits.
So Mo Lin decided to leave West County and return to Hongzhou.
