"Ah!"
Qin Zhao hurried back to the inner room, only to see the stall owner collapsed on the ground.
There was a bowl-sized bloody hole in his chest and blood had sprayed everywhere; he had long since stopped breathing.
Not only had his heart been gouged out, but his soul had also dissipated.
Qin Zhao had rushed in quickly, only a few seconds behind, yet she still hadn't seen who had done it.
She opened the nearby cabinet, and the yellow cloth-wrapped package inside was gone too.
"What's going on?"
"Ah! A dead body!"
"Lao Wu! Lao Wu, you're dead, what am I going to do?"
Many people had heard the dreadful scream earlier, and lots of them rushed in.
The exterior was now surrounded by numerous stall owners and customers.
"You killed Lao Wu! I want you to pay with your life!"
The stall owner's wife was inconsolable, her spiritual power striking toward Qin Zhao.
Unfortunately, she only had Qi Cultivation, and Qin Zhao easily blocked her attack.
"It wasn't me who killed him."
