As the saying goes, the biting dog doesn't bark.
This person seemed polite, but when it came to killing, he wouldn't even blink an eye.
In his past life, he had once summoned a flood over a disagreement, drowning an entire village.
He was not like the middle-aged woman who devoured people.
But he did enjoy killing, feeling it was the pleasure of being powerful.
The number of his killings was staggering—
Those corpses could have piled up into a towering mountain.
"Soul Hooker, why aren't you speaking?"
The gaunt man pursed his thin lips, his gaze growing sharper, and his hands started moving involuntarily.
"You died due to demonic deviation during your cultivation," Wu Xiaode said.
"Yes, a minor mistake," the gaunt man replied with some annoyance in his tone.
"Perhaps you are not aware that it wasn't actually your mistake," Wu Xiaode said.
"Hmm?"
The gaunt man's attention suddenly focused, staring intently at him.
"Please continue."
