"This... I killed Chen Chunqiu?"
At this moment, looking at his masterpiece, the black-clothed elder in the distance also widened his eyes in disbelief.
He had only come to untie Chen Chunqiu. How could he have killed the other party?
"Just now, I felt like something landed on me, and then I lost control of my body. Could it be... Is someone scheming against me?"
In an instant, the black-robed elder thought of a possibility.
Ha!
He instantly took a sharp intake of cold air, and his face became extremely gloomy.
A conspiracy! This was definitely Lin Wudao's scheme.
With a quick thought, the elder in black took Lin Wudao as the prime suspect.
However, just as his eyes were filled with resentment, Li Zangtian and the other eleven mourners had already arrived in front of him aggressively.
Boom!
Mourners were born to kill.
