Mo Xiu didn't do it himself. Instead, he stood on the tallest building in Yan City and looked down.
Suddenly, Mo Xiu had the illusion that he was no different from Zhou Qiuwu, an executioner.
Intense battles, screams, and blood filled filled the entire city.
All the names came from Moxiu's mouth. There were old people, women, and children, but they all had one thing in common. They were all wild beasts!
Mo Xiu didn't make a move in such a cruel massacre, but his hands were covered in blood.
Mo Xiu wasn't an indecisive person, but when it came to this, he still felt a little sympathetic.
It was precisely because of this that Moxiu didn't kill or capture those on the list of people under observation.
Let them live in this city and slowly become humans.
Moxiu sat on the rooftop for a long time. He only returned to the tavern when the sky turned dark and the last scream stopped.
When he returned, Mu Qingyi was waiting at the door.
