Lei Heng's eyelids twitched violently.
He naturally recognized the thing. It was a method of the Blood God Temple, and the person sent by the faction he had secretly colluded with to act as their contact.
"When I arrived at Liuxi Village, I discovered that all the villagers had already met a terrible end and been refined into Bone Puppets."
Fang Mo's face was stricken with grief, and his voice brimmed with righteous indignation, as if he had suffered some terrible injustice. "That fiend was vicious. My brothers and I suffered heavy losses before we managed to cut off the bastard's head by sheer luck!"
He paused, then spoke with righteous conviction. "As for the villagers' remains, I feared the corpse poison would spread and cause an epidemic, so I took it upon myself to burn them all. I'm sure you can understand my predicament, sir."
The veins on the back of Lei Heng's hand bulged as he gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning white.
What a move.
No witnesses left to prove anything.
With that one stroke, Fang Mo had not only burned the secrets of Liuxi Village to ashes, but also tossed this hot potato right in front of him.
It was a show of force!
He was telling Lei Heng: I know this was your man. Now I've cut off his head and brought it to you. What are you going to do about it?
Fang Mo stood below him, his aura held in check but his presence as imposing as a deep pool and a towering mountain. Where was the slightest trace of his former subservience? Though he had only just entered the Organ Refining Realm, the pressure rolling off him—without him even deliberately releasing it—made the air around them feel thick.
Lei Heng drew a