"Speak! Where did you get all these wildmen from!"
Yang Cheng strode over and stomped on the ugly man's chest.
"They were just villagers passing by, or those who came to collect herbs in the mountains. Once poisoned, they turned into wildmen."
He was full of fear, and a puddle of urine unexpectedly formed underneath him.
Smelling the stench, Yang Cheng looked disgusted and cursed, "Bastard, how many people have you killed? You deserve to die!"
"Please... please don't kill me. I know I was wrong. Spare me this time."
The ugly man's body trembled uncontrollably, pleading mournfully.
Clearly crocodile tears, Yang Cheng wouldn't soften at all. He turned to Da Shan and said, "Do it yourself. Kill the real culprit who murdered your brother."
Da Shan looked grateful, picked up a dagger, and walked toward the ugly man, ready to strike, when footsteps sounded outside.
