Lei Qian, who was crouching with his face in his hands, rubbed his face with both hands. After a long moment, he took a deep breath and stood up.
Lin Qian, looking at the corpse in the dirt pit, was also somewhat surprised.
Because the corpse was none other than Lei Kun.
Even though Lei Kun's cultivation had been crippled by Lin Qian, he was once a Soul Martial Artist. Although his physical body wasn't particularly strong, it was still much stronger than that of an ordinary person. The body was relatively intact, not rotten, so they could easily recognize him.
"No wonder Grandpa couldn't find his trace, turns out he met an untimely demise long ago." Lei Qian looked at Lei Kun's corpse, a sorrowful expression on his face. "Our family owes them too much."
Lin Qian, however, felt nothing. Lei Kun's character, spoiled by Lei Heng, was arrogant and tyrannical. His death did not elicit much sympathy.
What puzzled him was why Lei Kun was killed, his body buried, and traces concealed.
