Taking advantage of Song Jingsong gathering the people, Wei Fan strolled to the City Lord's corpse and uncovered the white cloth.
The Cloud City Lord had no visible injuries, the body was intact, but though it had been less than a day since death, it was already turning black as if from poisoning.
"What a tragic death!"
What satisfied Wei Fan was the twisted expression on the Cloud City Lord's face, as if he'd been tortured before death, far from peaceful.
That fellow had been the City Lord of Yun City for decades, never did anything humane, let demons inside and outside the city eat people without questioning it, and even condoned collusion between his clerk and demon fiends without punishment, suppressing even me.
Now killed by demon fiends, it's a fitting retribution.
"Song Jingsong, why did you call me here? I'm busy heading to Su City, you better have a good explanation for me!"
A voice full of anger suddenly rang out.
