Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Shen Shuyan had already left the coffin and sat silently in the main hall.

Yu Guang kept glancing over at Yang Ling, his look full of deep grievance and indignation.

The False Death Pill could even fake death marks, so on what basis did they leave his body lying in this courtyard for a full seven days without disposing of it?

At the same time he couldn’t help but look toward Lan Wentao, cursing him a useless fool in his heart.

If Yang Ling hadn’t handled his corpse, that could be blamed on caution.

But for Lan Wentao not to think of disposing of the body? That was just stupidity and incompetence!

“Director Lu, Director Lan, Director Yang, as the heads of the Ironclad Department you should know the crafty methods of the Rong tribe spies.”

Blue Moon found the atmosphere heavy and spoke slowly:

“What Shen Shuyan just said was clearly trying to drag my father into this.