"Sir, we were wronged."
The man called Cheng San spoke through streaming snot and tears. "After something happened in the fields, everyone panicked. Later, people began saying they had dreamed of a Daoist."
"I often travel to Yichang to deliver goods. At first, I suspected someone was behind it and wanted to come to Yichang to report it."
"Why didn't you come?"
"Because that very night, I dreamed of that Daoist too."
"Oh?"
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. "What did he look like?"
The man hesitated for a long while, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "I've seen him. His face was exactly the same shape as the divine statue in the Sanlü Grand Master Ancestral Hall!"
"Utter nonsense!"
The Prefectural Office Constable's expression changed drastically when he heard this.
The man was startled too and hurriedly kowtowed. "I truly wasn't talking nonsense. If that weren't the case, how would the common people have dared smash the temple?"
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly noticing something amiss. "Your village is governed by Zigui County. After the incident, why didn't you go to the county office? Why come to Yichang instead?"
The man fell silent, cringing and nodding.
Sha LiFei was an old hand. Seeing the man's expression, he vaguely guessed the reason and said gleefully, "You aren't even afraid of ghosts and gods. Are you afraid of people?"
The man had spent several days in the prison, and his spirit had already collapsed. Unable to hold back any longer, he said bitterly, "Ghosts and gods at least follow some principles. When people turn wicked, they don't follow principles at all!"
"The Zigui County government, from top to bottom, is rotten together. The people have long been seething with resentment, which is why they believed Sanlü Grand Master