Miao Ke's long hair was scattered, his figure looked extremely thin, and his face was bloodless. The luster had faded from his eyes. It was evident that his eyebrows and features were exquisite and beautiful, truly possessing the capital to be a male pet.
At this moment, he probably realized that what he had done had been exposed, so he just curled up on the ground, motionless.
Han Jing pointed at Miao Ke and asked Lianwu, "Has he admitted it? Was it him?"
"Yes." Such trivial matters for Lianwu to handle… truly a waste of talent. He couldn't even tell when he, the dignified Ghost King, had fallen to the level of helping people interrogate others.
Hmm? Such a petty little matter was worth him personally stepping in?
Utterly absurd.
He had merely tossed a talisman casually at him, and he confessed everything.
He didn't even have the chance to ask anyone else.
