In front of each one was a lamp.
However, these lamps were all extinguished.
These dozen people were icy cold, without any breath.
Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian exchanged glances, their expressions slightly surprised.
All dead?
This hall is sealed; no one broke in. How did they die?
Moreover, there were no wounds on them, seemingly their Divine Souls simply vanished?
The two couldn’t help but look back at Mo Hua.
Xun Ziyou asked, "Mo Hua, do you know what happened here?"
Mo Hua shook his head and "guessed":
"Perhaps they did too many bad things and faced retribution, or perhaps they consorted with Evil Spirits, suffered backlash, and had their Divine Sense devoured by Evil Spirits."
He didn’t lie.
These people indeed faced retribution.
Their Divine Sense was indeed devoured by the Sword Bone, this Evil Spirit.
Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian, seeing Mo Hua’s innocent look, didn’t know what to say for a moment and could only sigh.
Xun Zixian then said, "Let us leave it at that, these people consorted with Evil Spirits and had their Divine Sense eaten by them."
This statement effectively "concluded" it.
These people died on their own, unrelated to others.
Xun Zixian silently glanced at Mo Hua.
Also unrelated to Mo Hua...
Xun Ziyou understood his meaning and nodded.
Mo Hua glanced silently at the more than a dozen dead monster cultivators, his eyes moved slightly, discovering Jin Gui, Jin Yicai, and Jin Yixuan, these three Sever Gold Sect disciples, shockingly among them, and slightly nodded.
"Sever Gold Sect can’t escape this now..."
"Even if they don’t die, they’ll lose a layer of skin."
But he didn’t say this, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.
Anyway, the identities of these people, once the elders investigate, will be found out.
Mo Hua’s gaze shifted away from the more than a dozen dead monster cultivators and looked upward.
Above were luxurious screens, with jade bead curtains.
Behind the screens and bead curtains, a glimpse of a magnificent monster-skin chair could be seen.