It's Him

"What's wrong?" The priest beside him turned curiously.

"The Military Camp troops are gathering here."

The pillars of light visible to the ghosts represented the targets' levels. Such dense numbers moving in unison could only be the city's troops.

It also proved that these two were hiding an important secret.

Something significant enough to involve the entire city and make them confront the Association head-on.

Everyone in the room was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Where did Island Master Wu Heng get this information? Are they tired of living, gathering against the Association?" The priest still found it hard to believe.

It was not even a question of whether they dared to do it.

Even if they succeeded, the headquarters would not spare this city.

Unless they were willing to abandon the city and live as fugitives from then on.

Wu Heng said directly, "Notify the elders. Repeat my words exactly."

"Yes!" The team member immediately left the room.

Wu Heng's gaze fell on the White Wings Gang Leader. An irrepressible look of joy had reappeared on the man's face, the secret delight of someone about to be rescued.

"Kill him. Ask the Corpse," Wu Heng said.

The Gang Leader's expression changed sharply. He stared at him with wide eyes. "Are you crazy? Don't, don't! Ask whatever you want, I'll tell you everything. Don't act rashly."

The Skeleton Attendant stepped forward and drove its short blade directly into his chest.

Blood gushed out in torrents.

It followed with two more thrusts, hastening his death.

Soon, the smell of blood filled the room. The priest frowned deeply while the investigator continued recording as usual.

Wu Heng stood up and cast Talk with Dead.

The corpse climbed to its feet, sat kneeling on the ground, and looked in their direction. "Who is