Looking at their bodies, Song Yan's face did not change. After all, before his reincarnation, he could not remember how many creatures died in his hands. How could he care about two ordinary people?

He reached out and grabbed them and threw them into the bush by the roadside. He went on his way.

As for whether the Ma family would write about their deaths, he was not worried. The two men followed him all the way, which was not in his right mind. What's more, in the eyes of outsiders, he was a scholar with no power to tie the chicken. Even if the Ma family identified him as...