Ji Fei's eyes lit up and he immediately looked at Lu Benwei.
"Little brother, do you have evidence?"
Lu Benwei took a step forward and coldly looked at Ji Bochang, Ji Bozu, and the Ji Tribe Leader.
"If you have any evidence, show it to me." The Ji Tribe Leader gulped.
"I mean what I say! Humph!"
Lu Benwei snorted coldly and took out a corpse from his storage ring.
Everyone was shocked. Ji Han took a step back.
When they looked at the corpse carefully, they felt an inexplicable familiarity. It had long dried and turned into a black corpse. However, the corpse was covered with a layer of dark green silk fabric. Although it had long been broken, the patterns on it could be determined that the deceased was a young girl.
"Nan Nan!"
In the crowd, a couple from the Ji Tribe roared in grief. They pushed through the crowd and rushed forward.
Lu Benwei gently placed the corpse on the ground and said, "I had no choice."
