The Village Head stiffened at her words. His face was etched with lines of worry and fear, his eyes flickering from Zhao Ling to the lifeless body on the bed. He swallowed hard, his throat dry with apprehension.
"Or is it not? Did I guess wrong?" Zhao Ling pressed on, her voice cool and detached.
The room was filled with an oppressive silence.
The room fell silent as Zhao Ling spoke, her voice cutting through the tension. "Looks like I was wrong," she said, her eyes fixed on the village head. "Since she's not your beloved wife, you won't mind if I destroy her body, right?" With a sudden burst of energy, she channeled power into her palm, the air around her crackling with energy.
The village head's eyes widened in shock, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to break free from Shen Wu and Mu Chen's grasp, struggling to stand up. "No, don't," he gasped, desperation coloring his voice.
