Clang!
It was the sound of a chair toppling over!
Whose chair had fallen?
Urgh!
A muffled scream. It sounded like someone's throat had been strangled, leaving them unable to cry out.
Wenren Sheng could not see the situation of the four men and could only listen to the sounds.
After the warehouse had gone dark several times, he had already understood that it was not the loss of a light source, but the loss of imagery.
That was why his Mystic Eagle Eye had been useless. When the image disappeared, what could even the sharpest eyesight see? The screams finally ceased, and the warehouse lit up again.
All four of them had been hanged...
Their eyes bulged wide, their tongues hung out, and their faces were purple-blue, making for a particularly horrifying sight.
The four Grand Tutor Chairs beneath their feet had all toppled over.
"Strange. Why did I hear only one scream and one chair falling?"
Wenren Sheng muttered to himself and reached out, intending to use a Soul Summoning Art to see what had happened earlier. However, he discovered that there were no souls to summon.
As expected, it was a temporal reflection transmitting images from the past.
The Spirit Communication Art probably would not work either.
Still, he had his own methods.
He lowered his head to inspect the directions in which the chairs had fallen, trying to deduce the order in which they had toppled.
With his powerful observation and reasoning abilities, he finally pieced together a scene: the Monk had said that he wanted to sacrifice himself for others and kill the Taoist and Silk Fatties.
However, the Taoist understood the Monk's true intentions—the Monk's words concealed malicious intent. He was actually tempting the Taoist into killing the Linen-Clothed Man directly opposite him first.