Gu Ji looked at Hua Yuqiong with doubtful eyes, and when he saw that the long sword in her hand turned into a dagger, he withdrew his gaze clearly, and cast a sidelong glance at Mr. Guo with his soy-bean eyes.
"Since I let you die, I will reluctantly help you to be cremated, but don't thank me too much."
Gu Ji flapped his wings and breathed out another breath of fire.
The ball of fire blended with the fire originally wrapped around Mr. Guo's body, like adding fuel to the fire, and instantly engulfed Mr. Guo's body.
When the flames dissipated, only charcoal ash was left on the ground.
The cold wind was blowing, and the charcoal dust was swept up from the ground and drifted with the wind. The bright moonlight had dimmed before I knew it, and gradually lost its brightness.
The flames that were still being thrown into the "fuel" became the only source of light in this area.
Several people in Mr. Guo's scroll suddenly realized that the old man wearing gray clothes and with a solemn face at the head was the one who had scolded Mr. Guo coldly with a hung face.
Next to him was a little old man with white hair who was almost a head shorter than him.
When the little old man saw this scene, he was so shocked that his mouth opened so wide that he could stuff a duck egg into it.
Just as he was about to speak, the scroll suddenly flashed, and the retro runes that were flowing with spiritual power also dimmed.
"Hey, hey, hold on a little longer! I haven't seen the murderer yet!"
Seeing that the scroll was about to disappear due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, the little old man with white hair became anxious and shouted at the scroll, his eyes quickly scanning the screen displayed on the scroll.
But the scroll would not listen to him, and because of insufficient spiritual power, the scroll gradually disappeared in mid-air.
Suddenly, at the last moment when the scroll disappeared, the little old man's eyes lit up. He looked up at the old man in gray with a solemn face and said excitedly: "I saw it!"
Hearing this, the other old men gathered in a circle hurriedly spoke out.
"Who? Is it a man or a woman?"
"What does it look like?"
"What color clothes to wear?"
"High or low? Fat or thin? Good-looking or not?"
"..."
The little old man with white hair then said with a serious face: "The scroll disappeared too quickly and I didn't see the upper body. But I am sure he is a man. He is wearing white clothes and he is quite thin."
Hearing this, an old man in blue robes was silent for a while and then said, "I'll send someone to check."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Hua Yuqiong looked at the place where the scroll disappeared, remembering the sharp look that the little old man looked at her just now, and frowned.
It seems that I can't stay here for long...
Zhai Yantian, who was tied to the human frame, smelled the strong smell of blood emanating from his feet and looked down subconsciously.
Through the light of the fire, he could vaguely see the soft things he was stepping on. Just one glance made Zhai Yantian turn pale in an instant, and his stomach was churning.
Just because what he stepped on was nothing else but pieces of bloody flesh!
Cold sweat broke out on Zhai Yantian's forehead. There was still meat sticking to it less than a foot away. The blood-stained bones reminded him all the time that what he was stepping on was not chicken, duck or fish, but real fresh human flesh!
Thinking of this, the soft touch under his feet made Zhai Yantian tremble all over, and a cold breath spread from the soles of his feet.
He looked at Hua Yuqiong who was standing next to him, also stepping on the bloody piece of meat but with no expression on her face, and swallowed uneasily.