Mo Hua and the other two exchanged glances, all of them shocked.
Killing people and selling their corpses?
"Who did you sell them to?" Mo Hua asked.
Wang Lai hemmed and hawed. "A grey-clothed cultivator wearing a mask... I don't know who he was either..."
"You never saw what he looked like?"
"All I wanted were Spirit Stones. I didn't care what he looked like..."
"What else?" Mo Hua's gaze narrowed slightly.
Wang Lai looked startled. "What else is there?"
Mo Hua said, "How did you meet him, how did you make contact, how did you conduct the transactions, how did you kill people, and how did you sell the corpses? Tell me every last detail."
Wang Lai twitched his mouth.
Mo Hua kicked him and said fiercely:
"Don't even think about lying to me. You can't hide those little schemes of yours from me. If I find out you lied to me, I'll make sure you have the worst luck of your life!"
But with his pretty, picture-perfect little face, even when he tried to look fierce, he was not frightening.
Still, Wang Lai did not dare refuse to speak.
This little brat looked adorable, but his methods were anything but.
Especially those eyes. Beneath their innocence lay a hint of unfathomable depth, as though they could see through every detail of him...
Besides, things had already come to this. There was no point in hiding anything anymore.
Either he kept his mouth shut, or once he started talking, there was nothing he could not say:
"I met that grey-clothed cultivator at a brothel on Jinhua Street..."
"He was of average height and rather thin. His face was covered, so I couldn't see his features, and even Divine Consciousness couldn't probe him."
"He always carried a faint strange smell