"True culprit?" Bodhi's blazing white eyes stared at Liu Yizhao. His thin, pale lips moved slightly as he asked, "I asked around. You spread word that a young man named Huiyue Yin died in the dust world, and that you and his parents went down to slaughter the ghosts and gods in revenge. Other than that, there was no one else. I'm giving you a chance to speak only to confirm it."
"No, no, no! The truth isn't like that! Only I know the truth. If you kill me, those members of your ghost and god race who died will all perish with their grievances unredressed!" Liu Yizhao said miserably, as though clutching at a lifeline.
"Then speak," Bodhi said.
"Spare my life, and I'll tell you." Tears streamed wildly down Liu Yizhao's face. Under Bodhi's control, he was now as weak as a chicken.
"Heh, there are only so many people on Yanhuang Continent. It wouldn't be hard for me to investigate it myself. If all else fails, I can ask Huiyue Du and Yusheng Luo."
As Bodhi spoke, the snow-white giant wolf let out a low growl. It looked down at Liu Yizhao from above, white saliva pouring from the corners of its mouth.
Liu Yizhao still wanted to speak, but Bodhi struck him blow after blow, battering him like a sandbag until blood seeped from all over his body, his tendons and bones shattered, and his internal organs burst apart. Even if he did not die from such grievous wounds, he would not hold on for long.
Amid his screams, Liu Yizhao fell into utter despair.
When Bodhi threw him onto the ground, he collapsed limply like a salted fish. Even his head had twisted around, leaving him staring up at Bodhi. From that angle, Bodhi seemed