The group got into the cars in stunned disbelief.
When they first heard what Jiang Chen said, they had thought he was either too rigid and stodgy, clinging to Netherworld law, or ruthless toward ghosts but excessively merciful toward humans.
Who would have thought they had completely misunderstood him?
He was nothing short of a living Yama, spouting high-minded words about morality and obeying the law, only to expose his brutal nature the moment he acted.
They even wondered whether those so-called folk methods really were meant to strip away abilities, rather than deliberately inflict torment.
The convoy started moving, and Old Yao, dragged along the ground with an iron chain piercing his shoulder blades, let out a piercing scream.
Although his abilities had been crippled, his physique was still stronger than an ordinary person's. He would not die anytime soon, which meant this torment would probably continue for a long time.
Even as everyone felt a sense of vindication,
they could not help shuddering when they looked at Jiang Chen again, silently swearing never to provoke this man!
Inside the car.
Tang Yi, who was riding with Jiang Chen and the others, looked troubled, hesitating to speak.
Chen Xiaoyu, who had insisted on squeezing into the car with them, seemed to think of something when she saw this. "Yi, what's wrong? Is it because Tang Hu died, and you'll have trouble explaining it when you get back?"
"Life and death are always uncertain when you go out on missions. What's there to explain?" Chen Xue interjected from beside them.
She was also subtly reminding her younger cousin not to meddle in another family's affairs.
"Xue, you don't understand. Yi's situation is a little unusual." Chen Xiaoyu hesitated, then told them what had happened before.
Tang Yi and Tang