"But this dagger clearly belongs to..."
Wu Xianpu stopped his words midway and slowly stood up, looking at Da Xiong.
"Clearly belongs to whom? Could it be one of your villagers?"
"Haha..."
Wang Xiaolong laughed heartily towards the sky.
Wu Xianpu's lips moved slightly. He knew that even if he didn't say it, someone would recognize the owner of that dagger.
Frustrated, Wu Xianpu roared.
"Da Xiong, tell Grandpa what really happened!"
Wang Xiaolong waved his hand, signaling to release Da Xiong.
"Grandpa, I didn't kill Er Lengzi!"
Da Xiong, with tears in his eyes, fell to his knees with a thud.
Enraged, Wu Xianpu pointed at Da Xiong, choked with emotion.
"Da Xiong, I never thought you could do such a thing. Where can Grandpa hide his old face now!"
"Grandpa, I didn't mean to kill Er Lengzi." Da Xiong cried as he awaited judgment.
"Even now, you won't admit it."
Wu Xianpu roared again.
"If it's not you who killed Er Lengzi, then who else could it be?"