In the darkness.
Zhuge Ming and two other senior brothers emerged.
Zhang Rong and I stared at them in surprise. "What's going on? Why are you here?"
Zhuge Ming sniffled, his cheeks red from the cold. "There's a corpse pit in the Abandoned Village. It's scary with so few of us..."
Zhang Rong snapped irritably, "Pathetic. Don't tell anyone you're Daoists."
The three ran over with their hands tucked into their sleeves, chuckling. "We heard everything you just said. Chen Mo's right. We can't save these siblings, but we can help them escape."
Zhang Rong said grimly, "Our guiding principle may be to fight evil with evil, but we normally target people who use dark arts to kill others directly. And in the past, Grandmaster always judged whether someone deserved to die. This is a different matter. How are we supposed to judge?"
The only way to help these siblings escape was to eliminate the village's young and able-bodied men.
There was no other way.
Zhuge Ming was momentarily speechless. "After everything they've done? They've lost all conscience, have no humanity, and are worse than animals! Besides, they might have killed the people in that abandoned village too. They already have blood on their hands. What's so hard to judge?"
Zhang Rong sighed. "I know what you're thinking, but standing up against injustice and killing people are two different things. What proof do you have that the villagers in that abandoned village were killed by the people living in this village now?"
"If we kill people based on our own assumptions without solid evidence, how are we any different from those who harm others?"
"And how would you determine which of this village's young and able-bodied men forced themselves on Shen Zhiyi? Ask them one by one? Kill whoever admits