Feng Mu let out a sound of surprise, not understanding where he had given himself away.
He humbly inquired, "How did you figure it out, could you tell me?"
The receiver looked down at the headless corpse of the Black Number Two lying in the mud. Perhaps, thinking that he was about to die, he had nothing to hide.
Maybe, he wanted to expose Feng Mu's true nature before dying, to prove that he wasn't completely clueless, at least different from the brainless idiot on the ground, making him feel a bit better.
In any case,
he candidly answered Feng Mu's questions.
"The Puppet Mother and her enslaved minions are fallen heretical scum. However, while they desecrate the living, they never disrespect corpses."
The receiver paused for a moment, pointed to the body of Black Number Two, and said solemnly,
"They wouldn't crush a person's head. They cherish the bodies of the living, especially the heads, because without a head, they can't be made into a Human Puppet."
