Xiao Yu let out a sigh and immediately helped Duan Rong toss the corpses aside together.
Soon, a pitch-black corpse emerged in the middle of the pile.
Although the corpse had already darkened and was covered in decay spots, a pipe still stuck out from his waist. That outfit, those whiskers, who else could it be but Xiao Zongting?
Xiao Yu rushed over, holding her father's rigid, darkened face in her hands, murmuring, "Father! Your daughter was unfilial, came too late!"
Once Xiao Yu's emotions had calmed a bit, they carried out Xiao Zongting's stiff body.
Duan Rong stood there, glanced at Zhang Xinping, then looked at Xiao Yu and asked, "Should this person be killed or spared? You decide."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinping's heart leapt into his throat.
Xiao Yu tidied Xiao Zongting's disheveled clothes; one foot wore a shoe, while the other shoe had disappeared somewhere.
