In the end, the matter was settled only after the fat Du Moyu apologized.
As they walked and talked, they hadn't yet reached the Wu Family Mansion when they ran into the two villagers from earlier. The villagers looked frantic, as if they'd lost their souls. "Masters, the village chief wants you to come at once! Something's happened in the village... Something terrible!"
Chen Hao didn't trust these villagers either. He pressed them, "Don't panic. What happened?"
"The Night Watchman... The Night Watchman, he... died!" As one of the villagers said this, he shuddered violently.
"The Night Watchman... died?" The fat man couldn't help exclaiming.
They had just been talking about how the Night Watchman seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. Yu Chengmu had even said himself that the Night Watchman was surrounded by death qi and probably didn't have long to live. But none of them had expected it to happen so soon.
A strange thought suddenly seized their minds. Could it be... that headless chicken hadn't been meant for them, but for the Night Watchman himself?
From what they'd observed, the Night Watchman clearly wasn't an ordinary person. It seemed perfectly reasonable that someone like him might be able to foresee his own death.
The two villagers led the way, and their group soon arrived at the courtyard they'd visited earlier. When they opened the gate, they found the village chief pacing anxiously inside. As soon as he saw them, he hurried over. "Masters, you're finally here! I was worried sick!"
"What happened?" Jiang Cheng got straight to the point.
"The Night Watchman is dead." The village chief furrowed his brows. "I only just heard the news, then I sent someone to find you."
Whether the Night Watchman was dead or not didn't matter much in itself.