"It was after Ah Yu changed the horse mangers that the warhorses began to die one after another. It was Ah Yu, he spread the plague, I saw it..."
"Please, don't hit me anymore, and don't shoot arrows at me. I don't want to die, I want to live."
Upon hearing these words, Jun Yu's back stiffened, and the hand grasping Zhao Yu's neck instantly lost its warmth, trembling a few times.
Regaining his senses, Jun Yu let go of Zhao Yu and was about to escape.
However, Zhao Yu suddenly grabbed his hand and refused to let go, saying, "I helped you catch him, quickly come and seize him. As long as you catch him, you will have achieved great merit."
Jun Yu: "........."
He had worked with Zhao Yu for over a year, and their relationship had always been good. They could chat about everyday life and console each other when feeling depressed.
He genuinely regarded Zhao Yu as a good brother.
