To a cultivator, torturing someone to death was a humiliating way to die. Only those who had a deep hatred for the other party or those who were extremely perverted would treat a cultivator like this.
Zhao Hai looked at the body on the ground. He squatted down and examined the skeleton carefully. He said in a deep voice, &Quot; he has been dead for about two hours and was thrown here. The murderer must have used a knife, but not a small knife. On the contrary, it was a large knife, probably a weapon like a ghost's head knife. This person's knife skills have reached a high level. He should have been thrown here for an hour. He should have been thrown here from that direction. After the murderer left the body here, he turned back. &Quot;
Zhou Feng's eyes lit up when he heard Zhao Hai's words. Then, he said with killing intent,"What about us now? Should we chase after them?"
"There's no rush, I'll take a look," Zhao Hai shook his head.
