Zhang Xiaoyu took a stick and gave the two Witch Doctors a vicious beating.
He struck the old Witch Doctor across the mouth, knocking out half her teeth along with the filthy straw shoe stuffed in her mouth.
The old Witch Doctor still tried to fool Zhang Xiaoyu.
"You crude peasant dare show me such disrespect.
Without our help, the Rat God will rain punishment upon you. Your wife and child will both die miserable deaths.
Release me at once and kneel to beg forgiveness. I may yet perform a rite and ask the Rat God to spare you."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his stick and beat the old Witch Doctor mercilessly about the head and face.
"Were those dozen or so rats that ran into my house that day your doing?"
"Ow, ow!" The old Witch Doctor only screamed and gave no answer.
Zhang Xiaoyu yanked the filthy straw shoe from the young Witch Doctor's mouth and demanded, "Speak! Were those rats put into my house by you two?"
The young Witch Doctor still tried to deceive him. "It was the god..."
"God my ass!"
Zhang Xiaoyu viciously drove a bamboo skewer into the young Witch Doctor's stomach.
With a squelch, the bamboo pierced flesh, and blood streamed down.
This time, the young Witch Doctor was terrified. "Spare me, spare me! That day, my master caught a sack of rats and dumped them into your courtyard.
I only helped with a few small things. Please, let me go!"
Now everything made sense.
"Hahaha." Zhang Xiaoyu laughed at himself. "What ghosts or gods are there in this world? I actually believed the nonsense you two spouted and nearly got my wife and child killed."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to Lin Feng. "Xiaofeng, how should we deal with these two? Should we send