"I don't know what you mean! No one put me up to this!"
Wei Song forced himself to speak, but he didn't dare to look up.
ZING!
As soon as the words left his mouth, Chen Che struck with his sword.
The other Loose Cultivator kneeling before the coffin immediately had his throat slit. The gushing blood splattered all over Wei Song's head and face, making him shudder uncontrollably.
Before he could even react, Chen Che's voice came from in front of him again:
"Who sent you to cause trouble?"
"N-Nobody! She really is my wife! That bitch was spouting nonsense…"
Wei Song still tried to argue.
But before he could finish, there was another flash of the sword.
A head flew high into the air. The Loose Cultivator kneeling on the other side of the coffin fell like a felled tree, not even managing a scream. He collapsed stiffly to the ground, and his head rolled right to Wei Song's feet.
