The villagers' gazes all landed on a white-haired old man in the corner.
"What do you want with me?"
A flicker of panic crossed the old man's eyes, and he hurriedly said, "At my age, how could I possibly be the killer?"
"Besides, when the three Wu Family girls died, I was cooking at home. My elderly mother can prove that."
Hearing this.
The villagers nodded. They did not believe the old man would kill the three Wu Family girls.
"Wu Gong has always made a good impression on us. He never gets angry and often helps us with our work. He doesn't seem like someone who would kill."
"Master, you aren't just making things up, are you? Deliberately pointing someone out to make us stop suspecting Chen Sanwa?"
"If it were anyone else, I might believe it, but Wu Gong was terrified the last time he killed a chicken. How could he possibly kill a person!"
None of the villagers in the Ancestral Hall believed Wu Gong was the killer.
Even the old village chief stepped forward to speak up for Wu Gong. "Master Lin, Wu Gong isn't that kind of person."
Lin Fan's gaze settled on the old man. He immediately calculated on his fingers, divining the old man's entire life.
The further he calculated, the uglier his expression became.
"I never would have thought."
Lin Fan murmured, "You actually killed more than thirty little girls."
"The three Wu Family girls really were rather unlucky."
More than thirty little girls?
The villagers present were all stunned. They wondered whether Lin Fan had gone mad, claiming Old Man Wu had killed so many people.
"Master Lin, if I've offended you somehow, just say so."
Seeing everyone speak up for him, Old Man Wu rose and straightened his back, saying