Seeing that Xiao Huai actually denied her crime, even Lin Ran couldn't help but be infuriated.
Lin Ran flipped his wrist and pointed the standard sword at Xiao Huai's throat. "You still want to deny it? The villagers died exactly the same way as those people from the Eight Directional Mountain. Are you still going to deny it?"
Xiao Huai glanced at the shiny sword at her neck, her hollow eyes filled with disdain. "I always thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be a fool… If I did it, why wouldn't I dare to admit it?"
Lin Ran was speechless.
That's right. Xiao Huai had already admitted that she had killed more than a thousand people. Why would she care about adding a few thousand more?
If she was afraid that Lin Ran would make her die too miserably, it would be even more ridiculous. She was a demon born in Sword Grave. The so-called "pain" was nothing in front of her.