The lights overhead cast eerie shadows across the corpse. The twisted body lay on the floor, utterly lifeless.
Every movement had flowed together in one seamless motion.
Even when snapping the neck, there had not been a trace of hesitation.
His brow remained tightly furrowed.
Wu Heng walked over and lowered his head to examine the corpse.
Her skin was rapidly turning grayish white, and livor mortis was beginning to appear.
When he placed a hand on the corpse's skin, he could feel lingering Necromantic Energy...
Based on his understanding of corpses, this body had died long ago.
A skill flashed through Wu Heng's mind: a wraith's Steal Flesh.
Granda possessed this skill as well. She could parasitize a dead body, and once successful, gain control over it.
Having learned that a banquet was being held at the Lord's Mansion, someone had deliberately borrowed this body to frame him.
The thought rapidly formed in his mind.
Footsteps outside the door drew closer and closer. The door was pushed open, and the three wraith puppets who had been watching the commotion on the second floor entered.
Upon entering, they saw the Priestess's corpse lying on the ground.
Her hair was disheveled, her collar had been violently torn open, and the pendant representing the Church had fallen near the doorway.
Her head and limbs had been twisted into grotesque knots.
She was clearly dead beyond doubt.
The wraiths looked at Wu Heng in shock and suspicion. Granda was the first to react. "What happened?"
Snapping necks was clearly a wraith's method of killing.
Yet the three of them had all been outside just now. Wu Heng could not possibly have had a fourth wraith kill someone.
There was obviously something wrong here.
"She came in and immediately killed herself," Wu Heng