Wang Mazi and Zhu Wu were carrying the corpse.
As for the corpse, it belonged to one of the two Sticky Pole Office remnants from a few days earlier.
On the surface, they were carrying Lian Youming home to his roots, returning his corpse to his hometown, but in secret, it was bait.
No, it should have been called perfectly open bait.
Over these past four days, people had already been secretly monitoring every move of the Green Gang disciples. Situ Wudi, in particular, had drawn intense attention. Even the various sects rushing to their aid had the enemy's spies and agents planted among them.
That meant the menacing killing aura was not aimed solely at Lian Youming. Situ Wudi had been included as well.
They clearly wanted to wipe out the leaders of the Two Teachings in one fell swoop.
So Lian Youming no longer expected this corpse to fool them.
But some things still called for going through the motions.
These Mystic Connection Old Monsters all had astonishing lifespans. Their long lives had long since nurtured ambitions that towered above all living beings, and they would inevitably scoff at these petty tricks and let their guard down.
That might make them more likely to show themselves.
People were like that. The tall despised the short, and the rich laughed at the poor. Naturally, those standing on high were accustomed to scorning the ants beneath their feet.
Lian Youming was not afraid of them showing themselves. What was there to fear in an open fight? If they truly hid in the shadows, lurking out of sight, that would be deadly.
Right now, he wanted to present precisely this illusion: a scheme its makers believed could fool those Mystic Connection Old Monsters. He would show the enemy stupidity, fill