Former Friends in the Capital

"How did he die?!"

Pei Zongti's face turned livid, and his voice went cold.

He knew a few things. There were traitors within the mystic sects.

The emperor had ordered an investigation into Zhao Changsheng and even formed a separate team for it, precisely to guard against such a thing.

He was one of its leaders, and had personally selected many of the elite.

Now that they had finally captured a crucial witness, only for him to be silenced in the Mystic Sacrificial Official's prison, word of it would make them a laughingstock.

The Daoist on guard immediately realized what Pei Zongti was thinking. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly cupped his hands. "My lord, please calm down. We would never violate the rules. There have been three people present at every moment, and a physician has been tending to him constantly..."

"Enough!"

Pei Zongti said in a deep voice, "Just tell me how he died!"

"This..."

The Daoists looked at one another. One of them wore a bitter expression. "My lord, we... don't know. We just used the Soul-Confusing Technique to make the fellow speak, but after he had uttered half a sentence, his head suddenly exploded. We have no idea what method the other party used."

"He used gunpowder."

Just as Pei Zongti was about to lose his temper, Li Yan suddenly spoke from beside him.

Pinching the Yang Seal, he twitched his nose. "It's extremely faint, but it is definitely New-Style Gunpowder."

"Impossible!"

A Daoist beside them hurriedly spoke. "The walls of this prison were all cast with iron filings, and besides, we didn't hear any gunshot."

"I never said he fired a shot."

Li Yan shook his head and crouched beside the corpse. "It clearly exploded from inside the brain."

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