Mo Hua and his companions exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.
Murder for corpse-trading?
"Who did you sell to?" Mo Hua asked.
Wang Lai hedged, "A grey-clothed, masked Cultivator... I don't know who it was..."
"You didn't see his face?"
"I only want the Spirit Stones; I don't care about his appearance..."
"What else?" Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
Wang Lai looked somewhat bewildered, "What else is there?"
Mo Hua said, "How did you meet him, how did you connect, how did you make the transaction, how did you murder, how did you sell the corpses—tell me everything, without missing a detail."
Wang Lai tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Mo Hua kicked him, and said fiercely,
"Don't try to deceive me. Your little tricks won't get past me. If I find out you've lied to me, I'll make sure you regret it!"
But his delicate, picturesque face didn't seem threatening when he tried to be fierce.
Yet, Wang Lai didn't dare not speak.
