"Hm?"
Seeing the several corpses strewn across the ground, Fang Mo could not help but freeze.
After taking a closer look, he found that the owners of these corpses were not the rogue cultivators desperately meditating for their lives, but the Joyful Union Hall Demonic Cultivators who had previously been chased at the sect entrance by a swarm of mosquitoes biting their asses.
"Why are they?"
After recognizing the dead, Fang Mo was somewhat surprised.
His first thought was that Baihe had done it. Though that guy was from the righteous path, all the wickedness in his gut was practically reserved for Demonic Cultivators.
But after thinking it over, Fang Mo felt that it did not seem like Baihe's handiwork.
Although Daoist Baihe truly hated evil as his enemy, he was also a man who placed great importance on promises. Fang Mo had already explained why these Demonic Cultivators had come, so Baihe should not have acted behind his back.
Even if his hands had truly been itching and he desperately wanted a fight.
He would at least have notified Fang Mo beforehand. He would not secretly cause trouble in private.
Besides, Daoist Baihe had now lost all his magic treasures and only had the Dead Sea Mosquito Book left. If these Demonic Cultivators had truly died at Daoist Baihe's hands, then either every drop of blood in their bodies would have been sucked dry, turning them into desiccated corpses, or they would have been blown into a pile of shapeless charred scraps.
Yet the wounds on these Demonic Cultivators looked more like they had been inflicted by a sharp weapon.
They had basically been stabbed through the heart or throat, or simply decapitated. There were not many extra wounds on their bodies. It felt more like they had been