"You going to take the blame?" Du Yunzhi stared at Ling Gengqiu and said coldly, "Can you bear it?"
Ling Gengqiu waved his hand dismissively, "You young lady, don't get upset just yet, things aren't what you think." Hearing Ling Gengqiu calmly refer to her as a young lady, Du Yunzhi felt her anger surge, while everyone present found it amusing. An elderly person of seventy or eighty being called a young lady was indeed funny. However, considering Ling Gengqiu's identity, everyone understood. Having lived for hundreds of years, calling someone a young lady wasn't wrong.
"Are you saying these people weren't killed by you?" Du Yunzhi pointed to the corpses all over the ground, questioning him.
