Inside the stone house, a light flickered like a bean.
Just as the old village chief had brought Wang Chen food and drink, he suddenly knelt before him with a thud!
Wang Chen asked indifferently, "Old village chief, why are you performing such a grand gesture?"
The old village chief knocked his head against the floor three times in a "bang, bang, bang," bruising and breaking the skin on his forehead, bleeding fresh red.
"My lord, spare my life, I deserve to die a thousand times!"
"Stand up and speak."
Wang Chen said lightly, "First, explain things clearly so I can decide if you truly deserve to die a thousand times."
The old village chief struggled to his feet with a pained expression and tremblingly recounted the story.
It turned out that several years ago, he had noticed something off about the village hunter, Zhang Shitou; his behavior was unusual.
He suspected that this Hunter had been invaded by Demons.