Unthinkable

Sun Shaozong's words had clearly dealt Liu Xianglian a considerable blow, probably much like the emotional journey of a modern fan whose idol's image had collapsed, turning from fan to hater.

Of course, it was nowhere near that intense—at the very least, Liu Xianglian would not seek his own death over it, much less grab a blade and fight Second Brother Sun to the death.

"All right."

Sun Shaozong reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him. "Don't just stand there in a daze. Go to Shuntian Prefecture and find Lin Delu. Gather up every written document involving the Black Post Master and bring it back to me—the Dali Temple records aren't nearly complete enough."

Liu Xianglian nodded absentmindedly and turned to leave. After taking more than a dozen steps, he suddenly stopped, then hurried back and solemnly said, "Second Brother, this time, you must bring that bastard to justice!"

He had moved through that emotional journey rather quickly.

Sun Shaozong nodded in agreement, though he had little confidence in his heart.

When it came to devising methods of murder, the Black Post Master might not have been particularly brilliant.

But what was unthinkable was that he could always uncover the dark secrets buried deep within the victims, and even find suitable avengers.

The first point, while nothing short of miraculous in this age of limited information, could at least barely be explained.

But as for the latter, Sun Shaozong racked his brains and still could not figure out how the Black Post Master had managed it.

Even parents, wives, and children might not all dare personally avenge their blood relatives, much less the outsiders he often chose.

And this was not peddling goods—if one person refused, he could not simply move on to the next. If that were the