Han Anbo walked over and pointed at several areas. "There are marks on his neck and hands from being seized and bound. He must have been interrogated by people from the Ministry of Justice, and they must have known he was a Night Guard. Of course, it could also have been Nether Mountain or someone else framing the Ministry of Justice."
"I'll try Fate Arts."
As Li Qingxian spoke, he walked to an empty table nearby and took out Fate Materials one by one.
First, he piled road-center soil into a line, then scattered spiderweb threads from a tree over it. Next, he took out a donkey ear and a dandelion puff, and finally laid down a swallow feather before beginning the spell.
When the incantation ended, all the Fate Materials turned into faint light. Like water condensing, they slowly formed a white thread.
Li Qingxian took out a pair of tweezers and collected the dead man's hair, left eyeball, bloodstains from the top of his head, skin bearing strangulation marks, and dirt from beneath his shoes. He also used a Spirit-Awakening Talisman to cut out a Paper Person.
With a second casting, the Fate Materials turned into a stream of blood that slowly flowed onto the Paper Person, forming a one-eyed Paper Person whose eye wept bloody tears.
Li Qingxian then took out a dead sparrow, a drop of dew from the mist, an eagle feather, a handful of mixed grains, a stalk of straw, and a lump of mud from a swallow's nest, casting the spell for the third time.
With a flash of light, a white-eyed sparrow fluttered its wings and slowly waddled to the white thread, opening its beak to seize it.
The white thread was like a living snake, slipping into the sparrow's beak in