chapter 290 One more has to die

At this morning, by the lake of Tauret City People's Park, groups of people are walking. Winston Lapwood and his three companions arrived at the lake and immediately felt a cool breeze, which was in stark contrast to the heat under the sun. Four tall willow trees come into view. I don't know how many years these four willow trees have grown, but each one requires at least three people to hug. The four trees are arranged in a perfect square. The willow tree in the middle is particularly tall...