After coming face-to-face with Lin Feng, the Eldest Brother of the Seven Tigers felt deeply unsettled. He found somewhere to drink a bowl of liquor, while the others used knives to strip meat from the bones and put it in their mouths.
Smoked, salted meat.
Something to savor.
"Big brother, what's wrong?"
Third Brother was puzzled. Eldest Brother's knife had slipped across his hand several times, leaving streaks of blood.
"Don't talk."
Eldest Brother downed several bowls of liquor, feeling thoroughly miserable.
There was actually another secret he had never told his brothers.
It was true that the Jin Family had not killed him that night, and that he could not find the courtyard where the bodies were buried.
But before that, he must have forgotten something.
The matter had been troubling him for days.
As for what he had forgotten, he genuinely could not remember.
The more he struggled, the more agitated he became. Old memories churned through his mind. He knew something was wrong with him, but he did not know where the problem lay.
Yet seeing those people who had arrived today had stirred a feeling he had not experienced in a long time.
Especially the man carrying a corpse on his back.
An impulse rose in his heart.
Go seek his protection.
It was almost completely dark. By the Jin Family's rules, they should have gone back.
But Eldest Brother did not want to.
Swallowing, Eldest Brother finally forced out the words, "Let's go to the City God's temple."
He did not know what had come over him, but he kept feeling that the City God's temple was especially inviting today.
Eldest Brother led his brothers into the City God's temple. There were quite a few others like him.
Incense smoke curled through the air.
Bathed