"Su Wan, if you want to kill me, just kill me, why bother humiliating me?" The head possessed by Qing Li's Primordial Spirit banged against the fabric several times, but the fabric didn't move at all, so it eventually gave up.
I felt the room was too cold, so I wrapped myself in a blanket, got out of bed, and shuffled around the head in slippers, "I'm not humiliating you, I just have a few questions. The owner of this head, Li Xing, was he your subordinate in Spring Wind Town?"
"So what if he was, what does it matter if he wasn't, what business is it of yours?" the head wrapped in Mysterious Silk floated in midair, its voice as cold as polar Mysterious Ice.
I took it as Qing Li's tacit agreement and asked again, "Was it you who sent Li Xing and Duan Hong to dig up the graves and create the zombie demon to chase after Han Dai?"
"Hahaha, you pretended to sleep on purpose, orchestrated a plan to catch me, just to find out what's the deal with the zombie demon, right?"
