"Gong Leitian, don't overthink it. First, tell me, the evil cultivator used you for so many things, there's no way you didn't know anything. Is there anything you have that can prove Master's innocence?" Zhan Jingshu asked.
"Heh... I'm about to die... What does it matter to me..." Gong Leitian, seemingly acting out of spite, kept his eyes on Mu Qiuniang, unwilling to speak.
"Hey! How can you be like this?" Li Qiqi was immediately displeased, "You caused all of this, and now you're dying, don't you want to explain clearly? How many more people are you trying to harm?"
"Isn't it just right? Cough, cough... Grandmaster, I killed... Cough, cough... so that Martial Uncle will... will never forget me..." Gong Leitian still gazed at Mu Qiuniang, a smile on his lips.
Li Qiqi felt like coughing up blood.
What kind of people are these?
And Gong Leitian, with that smile, closed his eyes.
Throughout the whole process, Mu Qiuniang didn't say a word.
