He dragged the Wronged Soul over to the side of the square.
Old Hu took a stick of incense from his sleeve, rubbed his fingers together to light it, and planted it at the Wronged Soul's feet, murmuring, "Do not hurry, do not fret. When the officer asks, you must answer. Hide nothing, do not panic. Tell the truth, and a generous reward awaits..."
He stood up and stared keenly into the Wronged Soul's eyes. "Which house belongs to your village's clan elder?"
Under the influence of the incense and the intimidating power of Old Hu's waist token, the Wronged Soul seemed to awaken suddenly from a deep sleep.
At Old Hu's question, its entire spirit body began trembling, looking utterly terrified.
It seemed reluctant to answer this question, its spirit body struggling ceaselessly against the Soul-Locking Chain.
But when it looked at the token radiating an imposing aura at Old Hu's waist, it finally stopped resisting.
It slowly raised a hand and pointed toward the western side of the village, uttering a few slurred, halting words. "Zhao... Zhao Changsheng... his front gate... is green... his residence... is built... very grandly... at the west end of the village..."
After that, the Wronged Soul refused to speak again. Merely saying those few sentences had left its spirit body extremely thin, almost transparent.
It seemed the spirit bodies of these Wronged Souls who had died unjustly were already so fragile that they could not withstand much questioning at all.
Still, those few sentences were enough for Cui Jiuyang and the others. They exchanged a glance and immediately headed toward the western side of the village.
Following the Wronged Soul's directions, they soon found the distinctive residence at the west end of the village-Zhao Changsheng's home.
Just as the Wronged Soul had said,