Fan Chengzhuo stared at the blood-red Gu Worm on her dagger, his heart still pounding with fear.
"Th-this—who on earth would use such an Evil Technique!? It's despicable!"
His gaze swept over the remaining corpses as if he had finally snapped back to his senses, a mixture of shock and fury in his voice. "If Second Miss Ye hadn't uncovered the truth of their deaths, it would have been buried forever!"
Ye Chutang's lips curved slightly.
"Mr. Fan, there's no need to be so angry. In any case, everything is clear now. These Southern Hu Blade Men all died from the Seven Corpses Gu. This also serves to clear your name, Mr. Fan."
Shen Yanchuan said thoughtfully, "Speaking of poisonous insects... it seems to be a secret art of the Nanhu."
