"Shepherd Jackson, has anyone from your Funeral Alliance come to Kunlun Mountain to cause trouble?" Sutton spoke with a cold demeanor, perhaps it was a mindset that naturally developed after seeing through life and death.
"Alright, I understand."
He hung up the phone, standing in front of Han Caldwell, and coldly opened his mouth: "Did you and Devlin conspire to kill Whitaker Dog from the Funeral Alliance?"
"Who is Whitaker Dog? I don't know him." Han Caldwell shook his head, at the same time pointing to his severed arm: "This arm of mine was cut off by someone from the Funeral Alliance! They have weapons that can deal with us!"
"If that's really the case, then you might have been used by someone." Sutton wasn't concerned about these matters, his purpose in coming was to inspect the bodies.
"Take me there for an autopsy."
...
Ten minutes later.
Inside a room in the Dark Moon Palace.
High-ranking members of the Undead Tribe stood in a row.
