Ai Si naturally had no idea what Cheng Shi was thinking. He only wanted to know what the old man pinned beneath his scalpel was thinking.
The lame old man lay prostrate on the ground, trembling all over. Feeling the bone-chilling temperature of the blade tip, he warmed his rapidly cooling body with a stream of hot urine.
Seeing the snow beneath the old man melt from the wetness, Cheng Shi's eye twitched. He silently withdrew his knife and wiped it hard twice on Zhang Jizu, who had just arrived.
Zhang Jizu froze. Soon, his eyes narrowed into slits. Seeing Squinty Old Zhang's face darken, Cheng Shi hurriedly put away his scalpel and said:
"Answer my questions, and I guarantee you'll live. But remember, you only get one chance.
What are you called? Where did you come from? Who sent you?
If you don't answer or get it wrong, see that squinting Yama before you? He'll personally send you to meet noble Death."
The lame old man raised his head. Sensing the faintly brewing anger around Zhang Jizu, he shuddered and hurriedly wailed:
"...I'll talk! Don't kill me, I'll talk!
Wells sent me. He's the leader of the scavengers in the southern district, stationed just south of Place of Piety.
Just now, a bunch of unfamiliar scavengers went mad and broke through the blockade, rushing to the outskirts of Faith Theater. They charged straight inside without a care and weren't afraid of Place of Piety's interrogation at all. They even triggered the theater's Ghost Tide.
Wells was furious, so he sent us out to search. If we saw any unfamiliar scavengers, we were either to drive them away on the spot or notify him so he could send people to clear them out.
They had to make sure no outsiders