A crisp cracking noise pierced everyone's eardrums.
The whip tore a bone-deep wound in the chest of the old man, who had collapsed on the ground. Their scalps crawled as they saw the flesh curl open.
But he continued to lie there motionlessly, without any reaction.
Mo Yunxian was completely stunned.
What was going on?
"Xian'er, stop that!" Mo You hurried over and grabbed the leather whip that Mo Yunxian was holding.
"Cousin, he…" Mo Yunxian was momentarily flustered.
"Miss Mo, Lord Mo, we will have to trouble you to come back with us to deal with today's incident." The officer in the lead could not bear to go on watching. How could this Miss Mo be so cruel as to whip a person's body after he died?
"Why should I go with you?" Mo Yunxian's expression immediately changed. She had not expected the old man to really be dead.
