"Damn it!"
The Roving Exorcist Disciple and the young monk finally came chasing out of the ancestral hall.
Just like Ye Qianfan earlier, they abandoned the chase when they saw the Night Watchman flee into the woods. They knew they could not catch him, and they also feared encountering unforeseen dangers among the trees, so they simply gave up the pursuit.
"Amitabha, what should we do now?"
"He got away. We'll have to find another way," the Roving Exorcist Disciple said. "Let's go back inside and look for more clues, especially in the room the Night Watchman ran out of. There seemed to be something else in there."
With that, the two returned to the ancestral hall.
Meanwhile, Ye Qianfan had already seized the instant the Night Watchman fell to press the Demon Fang Dagger against his neck, ordering him to cooperate and keep quiet.
Ye Qianfan figured the Night Watchman would not dare refuse anyway.
After all...
Ye Qianfan had no qualms about carving a few holes in him!
Inside a dilapidated house.
Ye Qianfan tied the Night Watchman to a pillar, then pulled up a stool and sat opposite him, saying:
"Talk. What exactly happened here?"
"I don't know. I have no idea." The Night Watchman frantically shook his head. "I'm just a watchman. The Demon-Quelling Office hired me to keep watch here at night. I really don't know anything else."
"You don't know?" Ye Qianfan picked the dirt from beneath his nails with the Demon Fang Dagger. "Then can you tell me why you were making offerings to Huang Moli and Huang Yuanyuan? Was it because you felt you had wronged them?"
"I... I don't know what you're talking about."
A flicker of panic appeared in the Night Watchman's eyes, but he continued to deny it