Among the crowd, Hong Jun hid in a safe spot and watched several villagers die at the hands of the Undead. There was not a trace of pity in his eyes.
He did not know why the Undead, which normally appeared at night, had come out in broad daylight. Right now, he cared only about his own safety.
Suddenly, he heard the faintest crackle of thunder. The sound was so soft that no one else seemed to hear it.
A figure appeared before him. The next instant, sharp pain tore through his throat and abdomen, and blood poured uncontrollably from his mouth.
Hong Jun's pupils contracted. He stared at the figure in shock, then stiffly lowered his head to the hand that had pierced his abdomen. Crimson blood streamed from the wound.
He tried to scream, but no sound came out, as though his vocal cords had been destroyed.
Mo Xie watched Hong Jun's stunned, terrified face. A cold smile curled his lips, his eyes full of scorn. He leaned close to Hong Jun's ear and said icily,
"Don't bother wondering why I'm killing you. Take that question to Hell and repent."
He slowly pulled his blood-soaked hand free, then vanished in a flash.
Hong Jun lost the last of his strength and toppled straight to the ground. His eyes remained wide open, even in death!
He had been hiding at the back of the group, and Mo Xie had cast Psychic Element magic. No one noticed that another person had died, let alone who had killed him.
Even if someone discovered Hong Jun's body later, the wound in his abdomen would surely make them think the Undead had killed him. Why would they suspect a person?
After Mo Xie killed Fang Gu, the Undead naturally disappeared. Mo Fan and