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Jian Qingqing paused for a moment and guessed that Ming Zhiyan must have noticed that something was amiss. However, she was fortunate he did not ask her. Otherwise, she would not know how to answer. If she were to tell the truth, would she be burned to death as a monster? Now that so many knives had appeared out of thin air, she was no different from monsters.

She let out a breath, squatted down, and pulled a few pieces of clothes from the dead people, then picked up all the knives and wrapped them up.

At this time, Wang Li and the others came in a hurry. Ming Zhiyan pointed at a few officials, they ordered, "You two carry them out. You two take the two bags. Wang Li, you take the rest of the people to investigate this place."

Everyone accepted the order. "Yes!"

The two people carrying the bags were carrying a big bag of things. They were puzzled as to why it was so heavy.