Inside the Wooden Cabin, Zeng Deming looked furious:
"What gives you the right to say that? You're not me. In that situation, any normal person would have done what I did..."
"All I said was that red-haired girl was really unlucky. Why are you getting so defensive?"
Cheng Cheng crossed his legs. "Kidnapped while she was alive, finally came across a passerby and thought he was her salvation, only to find..."
"What do you know? Isn't your own life more important? You just got lucky and never faced anything like that. What gives you the right to take the moral high ground and judge me?"
Zeng Deming braced both arms against the table, pressing so hard he nearly cracked the tabletop.
Cheng Cheng said, "I'm not judging you. I'm just describing the facts. You helped the kidnapper rape and murder that girl. Why shouldn't people talk about it?"
"Stop! Cheng Cheng, stop!"
Zhong Zixian hurriedly snatched the liquor bottle from Cheng Cheng's hand.
"I'm not finished yet." Cheng Cheng rose from his chair. "That girl suffered terribly in life, and after she died-"
He stared straight at Zeng Deming's twisted face. "Her body wasn't discovered until years after her death. Unfortunately, her grave ended up in a cemetery guarded by her former enemy, who brought in a Taoist priest to banish her soul."
Those few sentences made Zeng Deming's eyebrows twitch several times.
"You found out."
He spoke softly.
"I guessed." Cheng Cheng jumped onto the table and abruptly drew a peachwood sword, pressing it against Zeng Deming's neck as he lunged at him.
He smiled. "Calm down. Don't do something you'll regret. Haven't you spent most of your life learning that lesson?"
A dark black mark burned into Zeng Deming's neck.
He screamed and backed away, gritting his teeth.