And such a carriage, surprisingly, had lines forming at all entrances from every direction.
Angry voices erupted in harsh tones from the Guardian.
Everyone's eyes turned blood-red.
"Wei Wo Zheng Sect! Wei Wo Zheng Sect! Damn it truly! Ah ah ah..."
A Deacon angrily punched his own head, letting out a painful moan: "Such inhumane actions...how could they be done? How could one! How dare...!"
The investigation turned up no clues.
Everyone looked to Fang Che.
Fang Che gritted his teeth, placed his hand on his sword hilt, and strode out.
"What are you going to do?"
Zhao Ying'er was shocked.
"I want to dissect the body and see."
Fang Che's face was cold and stern: "I'm not at ease if we can't find the cause."
"But... these people are already dead." Zhao Ying'er looked at him anxiously: "Let the forensic doctor come instead."
"Forensic doctors can't make such observations, let alone as quickly as I can."
Fang Che gave a faint smile: "If there's guilt, I'll bear it."
