"Mad?"
Xiao Yuzhi looked at the raving prisoner in the cell, his eyes narrowing slightly. Plenty of people feigned madness and played the fool.
But whether this man was truly mad or only pretending no longer mattered. The case had been settled, and the Demon Monk in this cell was no longer all that important.
Perhaps realizing that Xiao Yuzhi was someone with authority, the Fighter Monk rushed toward him, thrusting his hands through the bars and waving them incessantly.
"My lord, my lord, I want to change my testimony! I want to change my testimony-it was a marten, a spirit marten-"
Hui Mian and Qi Zhongbin had long since left, but the terror in the Fighter Monk's heart could not be erased.
Xiao Yuzhi had no desire to pay him any attention and turned to leave. After a few steps, however, his brows knitted tightly, his pace slowed, and he instinctively glanced back.
A marten?
The mention of a marten inevitably reminded Xiao Yuzhi of the one he had met years ago, the one that accompanied Mr. Yi. What had left the deepest impression was the little creature's enormous appetite.
Back then, Stoneborn and that little Mink had polished off the food left on the table. Stoneborn had been a growing boy, and as the saying went, a half-grown lad could eat his father out of house and home, so eating more was perfectly normal. Yet the little Mink's belly had seemed like a bottomless pit too.
At that thought, Xiao Yuzhi shook his head with a helpless chuckle and strode away. How could there possibly be a connection?
"My lord, change my testimony-it wasn't a rat! It was a gray-and-white spirit marten-"
A gust flashed through the prison, and in an instant, Xiao Yuzhi stood before the Fighter