"Huh?"
Weiluo stood frozen in place with the sack, watching as Su Changxing vanished into the darkness. Immediately after, a crowd appeared on the road, rushing toward him.
"······"
Realizing the danger, he turned around and ran, but the crowd relentlessly pursued him.
It was only then that he realized the clown mask on his face; these people had mistaken him for that Joker.
He clearly wasn't the one who killed that person; he was just a petty thief.
"Listen to me, I wasn't the one who killed anybody, I was just passing by!"
Weiluo shouted as he fled, his form flickering in and out of the shadows. He didn't dare reveal his presence.
If someone locked onto him, he'd lose all chances of escape.
"Still dare to argue? Catch him and let me see who he really is," shouted a burly man dressed in a Priest's Robe, swinging an Iron Hammer, his entire body glowing brightly.
