At the same time, a roar that was thousands of times more miserable than Chen Mengtian in the Xiliang camp where the Turks were stationed.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

At this time, Mo Zixuan was filled with darkness and overwhelming anger, as well as sadness, towards Jiang Zebei's body.

Not only him, but also Ji Xiaoyun, Feng Hui, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, General Pan, and even Mo Ziye were all covered in low pressure.

No one expected that Jiang Zebei would die like this.

This young general who became famous at a young age and fought in various countries, the youngest marquis, and the powerful minister who controlled all the troops of Xiliang Kingdom, died like this.

Mo Zixuan grabbed his hair and stared at Jiang Zebei's body lying on the huge wooden bed.

He was full of disbelief, helplessness, anger, sadness, and despair.

The matter starts with them taking Jiang Ze to the camp.

At first, everyone thought that Jiang Zebei was unconscious, and even Mo Zixuan thought so.

Before, he took his pulse with his own hands, everything was normal, his pulse was stable, his pupils were normal, and there was no slight poisoning.

Back at the camp, Mo Zixuan waited for Jiang Zebei to wake up by himself.

However, an hour passed and Jiang Zebei did not make any movement.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Zixuan decided to wake up the person. He took out a medicine. Even if he was infected with a strong sweating pill, he would wake up immediately as long as he sniffed it gently.

However, when he decided to take medicine for Jiang Zebei, Mo Zixuan took the pulse to the other party again.

It was this behavior of taking the pulse that made everyone fall into despair.

Jiang Zebei's pulse gradually became weak.

Feeling something wrong with the pulse, Mo Zixuan didn't say that he was taking medicine, and immediately threw out the medicine bottle in his hand. He looked at Jiang Zebei's eyes and found that the pupils in his eyes began to dissipate.

This was clearly a phenomenon of rapid death, and Mo Zixuan immediately called Mo Ziye.

The two of them checked for Jiang Zebei at the same time, but couldn't find the reason for this.

When Mo Ziye found out that something was wrong, he immediately notified the four generals including Ji Xiaoyun, as well as other small generals who were discussing affairs in the next door.

During this period, Mo Zixuan could not find the reason why Jiang Zebei quickly lost his life, so he could only pour all the life-saving medicine he carried with him into Jiang Zebei.

Even the bottle of green lotus spiritual liquid given to him by the master was poured in without any pain.

When Ji Xiaoyun, Feng Hui, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, General Pan, Mo Ziye and others came in, Mo Zixuan had just poured the spiritual liquid.

Next, Mo Zixuan tried all the ways in everyone's sight, let alone saving people, even the slightest delay of the disappearance of life could not be achieved.

Ji Xiaoyun heard Mo Zixuan's miserable roar and touched the master lying on the wooden bed without any pulse. He turned around and picked up Mo Zixuan's collar and said angrily: "Why is this happening? Didn't you say that the master is okay? What's going on now?!"

Mo Zixuan was going crazy. He grabbed his hair hard, and he fell down with one pull.

"Why, why..."

He kept silently reciting why.

Feng Hui walked to the wooden bed and looked at the corpse lying on it, with a dull face, a painful expression, and his eyes had become wet.

Xu Wenzhan, who followed closely, and the Xu Wenrui brothers stared at the dead Jiang Zebei in disbelief.

This is their master, and their junior brother. The younger junior brother whom their father taught him is the young man they have watched grow up to this day with their own eyes.
Chapter completed!