The voice was mournful and sharp, causing everyone to shiver.
The crowd turned pale.
They began to believe Mr. Fang's words.
The scream was filled with unmistakable spite and hatred.
...
Seeing the headless body of his son, the General Inspector, who still held a shred of hope when he came, broke down completely!
His own son—a headless or even a cremated one—could be recognized.
The General Inspector's tears flowed like a river.
"Who did this?"
"Yixin Sect, Yemo!"
"What exactly happened?"
The General Inspector was like a mad tigress, her gaze sharp and cold.
"This is how it happened..."
The Old Dowager of the Zhu Family, trembling, came up and recounted the detailed events, starting with the patrol of the Guardian Hall, leaving nothing out, afraid of missing anything.
