She curled into a ball and looked at Qiao Mu with horror.
"No, impossible! How, how could it be." Feng Chen had knocked out her teeth earlier, and now because of the harmful yin entering her body, her words were getting slurred.
Qiao Mu didn't care to explain and walked up to her coldly. She raised the several dozen icicles in her hand. "You can go die."
"Don't, don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The black-clothed woman shrieked, "I-I can tell you, wh-who sent me here! Ah, don't kill me."
Qiao Mu's expression eased up. "Oh?"
"Yes, it is indeed the talisman patrician family. It's our Mu Clan's… AH!!" A black light suddenly hit that woman in the throat, and she toppled backwards.
Her eyes and mouth were wide open, and blood gurgled out from her throat. It was only a moment before all life drained from her.
Qiao Mu whipped her head around and stared menacingly at Geng Pengcheng, who was still inside the dirt prison.
