Mingshu's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as she fell into silence.
This person was not of firm mind, otherwise, he would not have confessed just from being burnt with a branding iron, and judging by his courage, he did not seem to be lying. So was he truly unaware?
Mingshu glanced at the others, knowing she had not guessed wrong.
So this person really was just a minion getting paid to do a job.
What a waste of so much effort!
In this moment of silence, a shrill scream shattered the dead quiet of the cell.
"Aaahhh—!"
Everyone's faces changed, and they quickly rushed in the direction of the scream.
They saw someone lying on his back inside a cell, convulsing all over, breathing rapidly, and continuously foaming at the mouth. It was a chilling sight.
"Ah! Someone's dead! He's dead!"
People looked on in horror, their eyes filled with hatred as they turned towards those who were hurriedly making their way to them. "It must be you, you killed him! He was fine just a moment ago!"
