The roar that shot straight into the clouds rang out beneath the night sky for nearly a quarter of an hour, and that roaring dried corpse was like a sandbag, hammered savagely for nearly a quarter of an hour.
Only when the final boom fell did that dried corpse, almost impervious to blades and spears, actually burst apart on the spot.
The dried corpse... had been beaten to pieces by Li Jinghong, punch by punch! "Whose family's corpse is this?"
"Why wasn't it cremated?"
Fragments of the corpse were still scattering down from the sky as Li Jinghong's face turned ashen, and he barked out the questions.
His sharp eyes swept over the patrol inspectors scattered around in twos and threes, and not one of them dared meet his gaze.
"Wu Shuo!"
"This subordinate is here!"
"Who was it?"
Wu Shuo hesitated for a moment, but still cupped his hands and said, "Reporting to the Thousand Household, it was the He Family. This dried corpse was He San!"
"Useless trash!"
"Have He Ning roll over here!"
Li Jinghong's fury poured out, his curses unceasing.
The patrol inspectors around him trembled in fear, not daring even to breathe too loudly, afraid of drawing the fire onto themselves.
They were quite far apart, so Chu Mu only caught the sound of Li Jinghong's rage. With a street and several residences between them, Chu Mu naturally would not go looking for trouble by touching that bad luck himself.
Leaping down from the rooftop, what entered his eyes was likewise a scene of utter devastation. Pots, bowls, ladles, and basins had been knocked all over the courtyard. Several corpses sucked dry like withered wood lay sprawled every which way in the yard, and speckled traces of blood could be clearly seen on the ground