Li Qingxian put away his magical implements and tent, then walked toward the crowd.
Everyone hurried to make way.
Beyond the parting crowd, a man lay faceup, a bloody pulp, drawing breath in but breathing none out.
The Filthy Beggar urged, "The mayor is wise. That's enough. Stop beating him. If you actually kill him, you'll end up being consumed by the Eerie Mist."
Han Anbo asked in confusion, "Everything that follows is a lie. Why does the Eerie Mist consume people who kill?"
"The mayor is wise. That, I don't know. Ever since the town was founded, we've found that, except when killing a very few particular people, anyone who kills-even the mayor-will have Eerie Mist descend from heaven and become Eerie-afflicted. Later, someone discovered that before each killing, you only need to use a Blank Edict to declare that a person or group deserves to die. With that rightful justification, killing them won't bring down the Eerie Mist."
"Who are those very few particular people? Everything above is a lie," Han Anbo said.
The Filthy Beggar carefully searched his memory and said slowly, "The mayor is wise. Every person whose death didn't bring down Eerie Mist had committed heinous crimes and provoked public outrage."
Han Anbo nodded.
Li Qingxian said, "Great fortune from the Fortune Mist. What happened here?"
Han Anbo came over and explained the events in detail.
"...The Blue-Clad Men brought three pitiful children... A man named Li Guixiang followed behind them. We asked what had happened... Then Daren Zhou Hen said, 'I love your mother,' and we all started learning to say it... After that, everyone lost control... And it ended up like this."
Li Qingxian looked at the three boys and sighed deeply.
Sensing something slightly unusual, Li Qingxian turned and saw the Severed-Arm