A dozen or so seconds later, Luo Tianhe finally let go. The man collapsed backward as if all strength had left him, clutching his two fingers. His body curled up like a prawn, and he continued to twitch.
"How about it? Want to go another round?"
Luo Tianhe held the bowl and looked down at the man, his tone utterly devoid of emotion.
Li Bai quietly explained to everyone that the man's index and middle fingers had been in constant contact with corpses in tombs for years, so they had become tainted with corpse energy. Now the corpse poison had seeped into his bones. Corpse poison was an extremely yin substance, and ordinary people couldn't spot anything amiss just by looking. But when it encountered something extremely yang, such as glutinous rice soaked in rooster-comb blood, the clash of yin and yang triggered excruciating pain.
Luo Tianhe had learned this method from the older generation. In ancient times, it was used to identify grave robbers: a bowl of blood-soaked glutinous rice. If the suspect showed no reaction, he was released. If he looked pained, his head was cut off.
"Judging by how deeply the corpse poison has entered his bones, is this man very skilled?"
Li Bai hesitated for a moment, then said uncertainly, "He should have some experience, but if we're talking about cultivation, he's probably nowhere near Yu Chengmu. Everyone has their specialty. This man only breaks open coffins to take treasures. After all, the best treasures are either in the tomb owner's coffin or on his person."
When he saw Luo Tianhe crouch down, preparing to continue, the man broke down and finally admitted that he was the grave robber Liu Xueyi, and that the treasures from the Wu family... the Wu family's treasures had also been