Silence fell.
He An looked at the middle-aged man, a bad feeling stirring faintly in his heart.
What did the Meng Family want so much blood essence from children for?
What exactly were they plotting?
A shadow settled over his heart, leaving him unable to see things clearly.
The middle-aged man begged for mercy. "I've told you everything I know. I don't know why the Meng Family wants so much blood essence, either."
"Let me go. I'm willing to help you testify against the Meng Family."
"Brother He, what do you plan to do?" Sun Wangxian had run out of ideas and asked in a low voice.
He An pondered for a moment. "This matter is too serious for us to handle, but I'm sure someone will need this information."
"You mean the Wu Family Patriarch?"
Before long,
Wu Feng arrived with several clansmen.
"Kid He, what's the hurry? Why did you ask me to come?" The moment he saw He An, Wu Feng immediately asked.
As it happened,
he had been at home.
But He Ping had rushed to the Wu Family and, as soon as he arrived, had asked to see him—the family patriarch—saying there was something important to discuss.
That was why he had come so quickly, without alerting anyone.
When the Wu Family Patriarch arrived,
the others were all startled.
But they immediately realized that today's matter was far too serious.
He An didn't answer. Instead, he led Wu Feng to the middle-aged man. "Wu Family Patriarch, let me introduce you. This is the leader of the Salvation Cult."
"The Salvation Cult?" Wu Feng looked puzzled, but still didn't understand. "Does this have anything to do with why you called me here today?"
"It does!"
He An didn't waste any words. He shot the middle-aged man