Plop!
Huang Wenyuan's head dropped to the ground.
The head of the dignified, self-important grandson of the Deputy Head of the Guanshan Pasture looked just as unpleasant as that of the old guard with white hair and a scar. When it was hacked off, the features screwed up against the pain and was swiftly stained by dirt. It jerked in quick spasms and soon stiffened.
Li Mu raised his foot and kicked the head to the bodies of the sixteen innocent victims.
"Offer the sacrifice."
He said softly.
Feng Yuanxing and the other officials immediately set the head right as a sacrifice to the dead.
By the time, those maids, guards, and servants who tagged along Huang Wenyuan there were thunderstruck.
It was the least they thought would happen, even in their dreams. After all, their maste
