The old man's prayer beads.
Qin Zheng had never seen them before.
But he could sense the lingering aura of the old monk Chongming upon those beads!
In other words, that string of prayer beads belonged to the old monk Chongming!
No wonder the old monk had not returned to Black Goose City, and Qin Zheng had not sensed his presence within the bandits' lair.
So he had come here instead.
At the same time, within his mind, a new line of writing surfaced upon the Merit Scroll.
Qiu Qian, Demon Feeder Slave, steeped in sin. Kill him, and obtain five taels and eight qian of merit!
Qin Zheng narrowed his eyes. The Merit Scroll had not displayed any writing for the villagers holding fish forks and confronting him.
That meant those villagers were not wicked people steeped in sin who deserved death.
Instead, this kind-faced old village chief who had berated the villagers was the one who truly deserved to die!
That was also why Qin Zheng had decided to come and take a look.
He wanted to see what exactly had happened in this tiny village.
And he wanted to see what kind of demon this Demon Feeder Slave was feeding!
A demon that had even made the old monk Chongming suffer a setback here!
Qin Zheng rubbed the Ghost-Head Saber in his hand, this thought flashing through his mind.
Time slowly passed. The great sun soon sank behind the mountains, and heaven and earth fell completely into darkness.
At that moment, a figure slowly arrived outside the room and softly called inside, "Young Hero Zhang, dinner is ready."
Inside the room, Qin Zheng had been resting with his eyes closed. The instant he heard this, his eyes snapped open.
In the dim room, it was as though