The gravekeeper seemed to have crashed, staring blankly at Wang Ye without moving or saying a word.
It was as if he had made up his mind not to respond, no matter what Wang Ye said.
"Senior, I truly respect old people."
Wang Ye had a headache. He scratched his head and seemingly casually revealed the tattoo of a bell on his arm.
Xiao An Temple.
The bell that sealed evil intent.
If nothing unexpected happened, this should have been the sealing method left behind by good intent back then. It ought to be of great use to him.
As though confirming Wang Ye's judgment.
The instant he saw Wang Ye's tattoo, the gravekeeper could no longer sit still. His gaze followed Wang Ye's arm up and down, like a cat whose interest had been caught by a teasing wand.
His eyes were wide as brass bells.
"The hand was... hidden by... me."
The gravekeeper answered without hesitation, though he had likely gone many years without speaking normally with anyone, so his words came with some difficulty.
Wang Ye smiled in satisfaction. "Then, Senior, where did you hide it?"
"In I-don't-know."
For a second, the gravekeeper's eyes fell into confusion, but he quickly recovered. His gaze swept meaningfully over Wang Ye, and the words that followed nearly threw Wang Ye's back out.
This guy.
In the gravekeeper's eyes, was Wang's left hand worth more than this bell?
I don't believe it!
Wang Ye completely rolled up his sleeve and seriously inspected his arm, muttering in a deliberately sarcastic tone all the while.
"Ah, what a nice-looking tattoo."
"Huh, it doesn't seem to be a tattoo. It can be taken out."
"I wonder what this bell does."
"It was about to be destroyed by that evil intent back then. This bell