"Aunt... is what he said true?"
Seeing how certain Song Wen sounded, Jiang Yushan began to waver and turned to Jiang Lanruo.
Jiang Lanruo's expression turned cold. "I have cared for you for hundreds of years, yet a few words of provocation from an outsider are enough to make you suspect me?"
"I..." Jiang Yushan was left speechless for a moment.
"Ha ha ha..." Song Wen threw back his head and laughed from behind them. "Jiang Yushan, you should know perfectly well that not a word I said was false. Yet you refuse to believe it. Are you too afraid to face the truth? You cannot hide forever. Sooner or later, you will die in that monster's mouth. Ha ha ha..."
Song Wen's laughter echoed through the heavens, stirring the surrounding miasma into ceaseless turbulence.
"Stop spouting nonsense!"
Hong Zhe suddenly halted his escape light, summoned the nine corpse nails, and shot them at Song Wen.
To his surprise, Song Wen offered no resistance at all, allowing the corpse nails to pierce his body and tear his flesh apart.
Yet Hong Zhe discovered that there was not a drop of blood within the shattered remains.
A substitute puppet!
The thought flashed through Hong Zhe's mind, and a sense of foreboding immediately rose in his heart. He turned to look toward Jiang Lanruo.
Jiang Lanruo had not stopped with Hong Zhe. Instead, she continued speeding away with Jiang Yushan, clearly intending to use the chance while Hong Zhe held Song Wen back to shake off Song Wen.
By then, Hong Zhe was already dozens of li away from the two of them.
Before his stunned eyes, a figure abruptly appeared not far from Jiang Lanruo and Jiang Yushan.
The figure flicked a hand, and a foot-long short blade shot forth, hurtling