Judging by what had happened in front of the carriage last time and this ambush, this man was undoubtedly the leader of the Shadowless Squad—a rather troublesome infiltrator.
The others might not have been high-level, but if they started fighting, Wilson could escape amid the chaos. He Xi felt he probably wouldn't be able to stop him.
So when he saw the others scatter and flee, he didn't bother with them. Killing everyone here would only bring him unnecessary trouble.
And Wilson hadn't run. That meant He Xi could ask him what he was after.
Especially since, when he'd emerged from stealth just now, he'd seemed more intent on holding a knife to He Xi's throat to threaten him than on stabbing him in the neck.
He Xi hadn't even had a chance to ask.
"Undead Mage... sir..." Wilson had already begun trembling as he spoke. "Please, spare me! My soul is tough and rancid—it wouldn't taste good at all!"
Well, it seemed that in Wilson's eyes, He Xi really did look like an Undead Mage.
He Xi glanced down at the wicked-looking staff in his hand... Yeah, now that he thought about it, it was only natural that Wilson would get the wrong idea.
Since the other man had handed him the perfect script, he might as well play along.
He called out in a cold voice, "Bruce, drag that corpse over here."
Bruce, who had been wagging his tail as he sniffed around the pile of money bags and weapons, immediately ran over. He grabbed the ankle of the snub-nosed man who'd been burned to death earlier and dragged the body over to He Xi with a series of grunts.
He Xi pointed his staff at the charred corpse.
As he continued pouring in magic power, eerie green