Because Ming Guang didn't finish them off, the nine people survived.
"Who sent you?" Gu Qiao stepped forward to ask, but as soon as he opened his mouth, all nine bit the poison pouches in their mouths, and then died. In an instant, white smoke emerged from their bodies, and they dissolved into blood water.
This is to prevent leaving any clues on the killers that might expose the organization behind them.
It has to be said, the person behind this thought things through thoroughly.
"Why can't these people figure it out? Living is so good," Yu Qingge sighed.
"Everyone wants to live, but not everyone has the right to," Yang Ruxin also sighed. "In this era, life is as insignificant as grass, and for many, merely staying alive is a luxury."
"But if you encounter a good master, then living is a blessing," Xuxu rarely spoke, "Xuxu is very blessed."
