"Where's your heart?" Mo Qiong asked in a low voice.
The Black man pursed his thick lips, but couldn't say a word.
Mo Qiong asked several more questions in succession, but he knew nothing about every one of them.
However, he could read every word on the paper.
"Rijekaard, decapitated... Netherus, decapitated... Heins, decapitated... Netherus, decapitated... Heins, decapitated... Netherus, decapitated... Heins, decapitated... Netherus, decapitated! There's still space afterward, but it starts a new line..."
The Black man paused, then continued reading: "Rijekaard, decapitated! Edward, decapitated... Aili, heart ruptured... Joneslock, brain melted, and after that comes the brow you mentioned..."
"There's still space afterward, but it starts another new line... Rijekaard, decapitated!"
Only after twenty consecutive names did he read: "...William, lungs torn apart... Johnson, cut in half at the waist. There's still space after this, and it starts a new line again."
"Continue. Rijekaard, decapitated..."
There were more than a dozen names after that.
He read out approximately one hundred and eighty names in succession before finally reaching himself.
"Rijekaard, decapitated... Tom Irwin, blood evaporated... Matthew Franklin, heart scorched."
Franklin was the Black man in front of them, and the list ended there.
Mo Qiong and Master Gou exchanged a glance. What was this, a record of a curse?
"Whoever gets written down dies?" Mo Qiong said, then shook his head.
Master Gou shook his head as well. "No. Otherwise, Rijekaard should have died several times already. I don't think these are people with the same names. This guy gets decapitated every time. It looks more like a reset."
"This involves more than one hundred and eighty people in total. Joneslock is that major drug lord."
"But his method of death is strange. His brain melted?"
Joneslock had clearly been split into two thousand pieces, but this only said that