"What should we do with these corpses?"
Sikong Wuyuan sized them up.
"They didn't die. They just faked their deaths."
Jiang Ming took a look and immediately knew the cause and effect of the matter.
Sikong Wuyuan was stunned.
"How could this be? The prime minister should have killed them."
"The prime minister's strength is only average. It's impossible for him to kill so many people."
Jiang Ming looked around and found some burning grass in front of him.
He pointed at the grass and said, "The prime minister must have burned this thing. The fragrance can make them fall into a coma and temporarily stop breathing. That's why they're pretending to be dead."
He clapped his hands.
A group of guards immediately ran over.
Jiang Ming motioned for them to put the bodies in a room and then asked a guard to watch them. He would inform him when these people woke up.