Elsewhere, after Yang Guo had rested for a while, Xia Jue called her over, intending to have her interrogate Wenren Qingtang.
Wenren Qingtang was already extremely weak. If Yang Guo forced him to answer, they might truly get what they wanted.
Watching Yang Guo draw closer and closer, Wenren Qingtang suddenly revealed an eerie smile.
Yet in the next instant, he stopped breathing.
At the same time, his corpse began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before long, it had become a heap of black flesh and blood that gave off a foul stench. Only the clothes left on the ground reminded them that this pile of filth had been a person just a moment ago.
As Xia Jue watched, he kept feeling that something was wrong. He manipulated the surrounding dead branches and fallen leaves into a gust of wind and swept it straight toward the mangled flesh.
The clothes were blown away, and the bits of flesh inside them spilled out as well.
Even the experienced and knowledgeable cultivators of the Enforcement Hall felt their stomachs churn, with a faint urge to retch.
They could no longer quite understand what sort of tastes hall masters had these days.
Thus, most of those present looked away almost immediately.
Feng Qi could not resist complaining, "How have your tastes gotten more and more revolting?" In truth, Feng Qi had guessed that Xia Jue might have discovered some other clue, but that still did nothing to dispel his disgust.
Su Jiu, however, looked more closely. Sure enough, she was the second person after Xia Jue to notice something unusual.
Her pupils widened slightly. "How could this be!?"
Hearing Su Jiu's voice, Yun Huanling fought back his nausea and turned his head. "What? What is it? Is he