Ye Qianfan lifted aside the Night Watchman's entrails and fished out a blood-soaked Bronze Gong!
"This bastard hid the Bronze Gong inside his own body. The most dangerous place is the safest, after all. Where could be safer than inside himself?"
"If I hadn't stabbed through his belly earlier and felt the dagger's tip hit something hard, I never would have considered that possibility!"
"At first, I thought I'd struck his backbone. But after thinking it over, I figured it couldn't be that much of a coincidence!"
"Besides, this old bastard had no reason to leave something so important lying around!"
"So..."
"I guessed he'd hidden it in his belly."
"He can't die, and a hundred years of self-torture have left this old bastard unable to remember what pain even feels like. If he dared use the Palm Blade, why wouldn't he dare cut open his belly to hide something inside?"
"Heh, heh, heh..."
The old Night Watchman gave a bitter laugh. "I handled hawks all my life, only to have one peck my eyes out in the end!"
"A hundred precautions, and still one slip. I never thought my haste would end up giving me away!"
"I should have waited until you'd all left before making my move!"
"Why?"
Ye Qianfan asked in confusion, "Don't you want to be freed from this hellhole? Then why won't you let us bury your daughter's remains?"
"..."
The old Night Watchman refused to explain, merely lowering his head to stare at his feet.
Then Ye Qianfan suddenly understood. "I get it. You're afraid that once we bury your daughter, she'll disappear, and you'll never see her again. Is that it?"
"Yes!"
The old Night Watchman roared, "I only agreed to guard this place for the Demon-Quelling Office so I could stay with