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

"Ahh!!!hh

Mo Zixuan was facing Jiang Zebei's corpse at this time, and his whole body was full of gloomy and monstrous anger, as well as full of sorrow.

Not only him, but the surrounding Ji Xiaoyun, Feng Hui, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, General Pan, and even Mo Ziye were all under low pressure.

No one thought 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 soldiers and horses of the Xiliang Kingdom, died like this.

Mo Zixuan tugged at his hair, staring at Jiang Zebei's corpse lying on the huge wooden bed.

His eyes were full of disbelief, helplessness, anger, grief, and despair.

It all started when they took Jiang Zebei back to the camp.

Initially, everyone only thought that Jiang Zebei was in a coma, and even Mo Zixuan thought so.

Before, he took the pulse with his own hands, everything was normal, the pulse was stable, the pupils of both eyes were also normal, and there was no poisoning in the slightest.

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

However, an hour passed, and Jiang Zebei did not move for half a minute.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Zixuan decided to wake people up, he took out a medicine, even if it was a strong sweat medicine, as long as he sniffed it lightly, he would wake up immediately.

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

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

Jiang Zebei's pulse gradually became weak.

Feeling that the pulse was wrong, Mo Zixuan didn't say that he was using medicine, and when he was about to throw the medicine bottle in his hand, he looked at Jiang Zebei's eyes and found that the pupils under his eyes began to dilate.

This is clearly a phenomenon of rapid death, and Mo Zixuan is about to call Mo Ziye.

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

Mo Ziye found out that something was wrong, and immediately notified Ji Xiaoyun and other four generals who were discussing in the next tent, as well as other small generals.

During this period, Mo Zixuan couldn't find the reason why Jiang Zebei lost his vitality quickly, so he could only pour all the life-saving medicine he brought with him to Jiang Zebei.

Even the bottle of Qinglian Spiritual Liquid given to him by the master was poured into it without any distress.

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 exhausted all the methods in the eyes of everyone, let alone saving people, even if it was the slightest delay in the disappearance of vitality.

Ji Xiaoyun heard Mo Zixuan's miserable roar, touched the master lying on the wooden bed without a 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 was fine! What's going on now?! ”

Mo Zixuan was about to go crazy, he pulled his hair hard, and a lot of it fell out.

"Why, why ......"

His mouth kept silently saying why.

Feng Hui walked to the wooden bed and looked at the corpse lying on it, no longer breathing, his face was dull, his expression was painful, and his eyes had become moist.

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

This is their master, but also their junior brother, the little junior brother who has been taught by his father himself, and the young man they have watched grow up to this day.