Hao Liang grimaced, grabbed his severed hand, and glared viciously at Wu Yu.
"You scheming bastard! You fucking did that on purpose to take your anger out on me!!"
"Hao Liang... you win..."
"No shit! I've been on guard against you for ages!"
"Next time... I'll definitely..."
"You think there'll be a next time? If someone else hadn't helped you, could you have possessed me? Now get the hell out!"
After this conversation with himself, Hao Liang turned to Wu Yu again.
"Guo Jiuxiao was the one who wanted to kill you! Why the hell did you chop off my hand!!!"
Wu Yu answered calmly, "Don't you have a restoration potion? Just reattach it. But we've only ever heard you talk about it. None of us has seen it."
Hao Liang snorted. "Old Wu, still testing me?"
He took a bottle of green potion from his backpack and poured it onto the wound.
Then he carefully blew the grit off the severed hand's cut surface and reattached it.
A few minutes later, the wound gradually healed.
Only a red scar remained.
Hao Liang flexed his fingers. "Believe me now?"
Wu Yu nodded.
"I do."
"You're Hao Liang."
"But that still doesn't prove you're not the mole."
Hao Liang was just about to start swearing.
Then he saw Li Tianming and the others gather around as well.
Their eyes held the same suspicion and wariness.
Hao Liang sighed, knowing he had to clear his name first.
Then he impatiently beckoned to Lu Daoxing.
"Old Lu, bring that Lie Detector of yours over here."
Lu Daoxing swallowed. "Old Hao, how about I toss the Lie Detector over to you? I'll stay over here..."
"Fine, fine. Just hurry up and give it to me."
Lu Daoxing extended his hand slightly.
The bird-shaped Lie