Indeed, this was a ruined little temple in the wild mountains, with even its statue damaged. It would have been strange if the minor god before him held any recognized rank. He might well be nothing more than the minor god of an unregistered shrine.
Still, even an unranked god was a deity. Though he had never heard of the Manifest Demon-Subduing Great Emperor or the thirty-six Heavenly Gang gods of Yunlai Hall, the divine being holding the Woodcutter's Knife clearly understood that such titles carried considerable weight, so he dared not act rashly.
Although he did not immediately strike down the evil creature, the god holding the Woodcutter's Knife kept his brow tightly furrowed.
"But this bloody water plainly carries immense resentment. This is no ordinary vengeful ghost, I fear. Once it emerges, it will surely harm someone!"
As he spoke, the deity looked at the sleeping man lying in the heap of grass, his face covered in cold sweat. Though the man was in terrible condition, his destiny was evident at a glance, as plain as could be.
"If he were some ordinary villain, that would be one thing. But the man lying here is filled with righteousness, clearly someone of loyal heart and courageous spirit. How could I stand by and watch him be harmed? Is he the one burdened with karmic debt?"
The Blue-Robed Ghost shook his head.
"Of course not. This man is the chief constable of the patrol squad in Haiyu County, North Sea Commandery, Great Qiu. He is an upright man, and he came here to seek justice for this vengeful ghost."
As he spoke, the Blue-Robed Scholar pointed at the sack still slowly seeping bloody water.
"Inside the sack is an unfortunate woman who was drowned in a well. Even in that