Only after Zhao Sheng gave the order did these village men climb up from the ground, their backs bent severely as if they were afraid to stand taller than the young noble.
"Liu Sanba, hurry up and tell the noble exactly how your brother's whole family met such a tragic death. Don't you dare lie; otherwise, you can forget about being the temporary village head."
"Ah, rest assured Manager Zou. I will definitely be earnest, definitely earnest!"
As he spoke, the yellow-faced old man smiled widely as he looked towards Zhao Sheng and Gui Li.
After receiving a signal from Zhao Sheng's eyes, his back bent even lower as he spoke with a face full of sorrow, "The incident has to be traced back to half a month ago..."
After the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the yellow-faced old man stopped speaking, looking very nervously at Zhao Sheng and Gui Li, his attention mostly fixed on Gui Li, who was wearing the Daoist robe.
