Jiang Chen lifted the Yin God Hammer.
Beneath it was a face filled with terror. It belonged to Coffin Maker Old Tian, whose entire lower body was gone, the severed edge charred black.
He had deliberately blocked part of the Taiyi Thunder with his hammer to save him.
Because Lao Tian seemed to have some secrets left.
In fact, ever since they entered the village, one mystery after another had lingered in everyone's minds.
The dead ox blocking the road, the barking that kept coming from the eastern end of the village, the bowl of blood outside every household's door...
And now, Lao Tian.
Inspired some time ago by the exploits of that person from the Netherworld's Think Tank, Jiang Chen had studied several major works on criminal investigation and anatomy alongside psychology.
From the shape of the wounds, he could tell at a glance.
Lao Tian had gouged out his own eyes and cut off his own ears.
Combined with the information they had gathered.
And his incessant, crazed muttering.
It made one wonder just what he had seen and heard on Qishan that night, to go so far as to make himself blind and deaf in order to pretend he knew nothing.
Jiang Chen crouched down and helped the dazed Lao Tian sit up. Holding his shoulder with one hand, he delivered a dozen or so resounding slaps with the other.
"Lao Tian, Lao Tian, snap out of it. I've got a few questions!"
Already gravely wounded and dying, Lao Tian nearly died from that barrage of slaps.
The corners of his mouth twitched wildly.
Just ask your damn questions! I wasn't fucking asleep. Did you really need to wake me up like that?
Ghost Qi +...
"What exactly did you see and hear that night?"