Upon hearing Liiu Nai'er's words, Lin Tian couldn't help but frown.
Villagers are too superstitious, believing that any strange occurrence must be the work of ghosts.
Especially those so-called witches, who with a single utterance can fill the entire village with panic.
While walking, Lin Tian's Divine Sense had already spread out, enveloping Old Man Wang who was bound.
Old Man Wang was tied to a peach tree, still struggling violently, muttering incessantly about filthy things...
This old man seems fine! It's just his thoughts that are in disarray, muttering nonstop, perhaps he has indeed gone mad!
Thinking this, Lin Tian soon found the villagers both angry and helpless in their discussions.
"Old Man Wang has become an omen of bad luck; he shouldn't be allowed to stay in the village!"