"This," he said, "is the evidence."
Qin Jiang released Master Quan and then picked up the small bottle, speaking indifferently.
Upon seeing this scene, Zhang Haoyuan and the others had faces so ashen they looked nearly ready to drip with water!
Zhang Haoyuan asked in a cold voice, "What is the meaning of this! Liu Yuan, give me an explanation..."
"I…I…" Liu Yuan stammered, unable to spit out a single word, cold sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans, Zhang Haoyuan's imposing manner made his legs go weak!
"Speak!"
Liu Yuan fell to his knees with a thud, "Uncle, I've been wronged... Shuyun and I are friends, and with no grudges or ill will, how could I possibly harm her?"
"And, with your high status, what could I possibly gain by harming her?"
Zhang Haoyuan thought about it and felt there was some sense to it.
But, Qin Jiang picked up the bottle from the ground and turned it over.
A skull was revealed.
It was identical to the faint mark on Zhang Shuyun's hand.
