Hua Ling sighed slightly and spread his hands, ‘From the beginning.’
The woman looked at Hua Ling, who was approaching step by step, her face suddenly covered in blue spots, her fingernails growing an inch long, and she became hysterical, ‘What do you want? !’
Hua Ling shook his head in disapproval: ‘You’re crying wolf. I should be asking you what you want. You’re aiding and abetting evil and killing innocent people. You reek of blood. Hasn’t your husband ever complained about that?’
At the mention of her husband, the woman froze for a moment, then shook her head repeatedly: ‘I haven’t! I did all this for him. How could he ever complain about me!’
‘Roar…‘ Another beastly roar, Hualing lightly tapped her feet on the ground, quickly sliding backwards for several zhang, and the next second, the body of the giant beast slammed into the ground with a “thud”, sinking three points into the ground.
’Wait, spare the person…er, beast,’ Hualing quickly stopped him.
This sentence was directed at Jiang Yu. He was about to stab his sword into the beast’s brain, but when he heard Hualing call out to him, he changed his course and sent the sword horizontally, blocking the neck of the beast.
The woman was so shocked to see Jiang Yu subdue the beast single-handedly that she didn’t dare to breathe.
Hua Ling patted her on the shoulder affectionately, and she gradually came back to her senses. She saw Hua Ling smile at her. She followed Hua Ling’s hand and saw that a talisman had been affixed to her shoulder.
Hua Ling clapped his hands, picked up a large, smooth stone and sat down, taking up a dignified posture, ready to interrogate the ‘master and servant’.
‘Confess and you will be leniently treated, resist and you will be severely punished. You,’ Hua Ling pointed at He, “let’s talk about you first.”
The woman started crying before she even spoke, two streams of tears running down her face without any preparation: “Immortal, I beg you, save my husband.”
Hua Ling almost wanted to give her a thumbs-up. This woman’s ability to change her face was really something, in the previous second she was shouting for death, and in the next second she was begging to be reunited with her ancestors.
‘Your husband’s illness is not incurable.‘
The woman’s eyes lit up.
’However,‘ Hua Ling stroked his chin, “you must promise that what you say next will be the truth.”
If she hadn’t been under a spell, the woman would have sworn an oath: “Heaven and earth as witnesses, if there is even a single lie…”
’Your husband will die a violent death and will not have a good end in this world or the next.’ Hua Ling finished the sentence for her.
‘He is innocent!’ the woman refused.
Hua Ling raised an eyebrow: “Oh? Those villagers who died were also innocent. If you tell the truth, what’s there to fear from taking an oath?”
The woman glared at Hua Ling for a long time, and then gritted her teeth and read the lines that Hua Ling had given her.
Hua Ling nodded with satisfaction, took out her leather notebook from her bosom, and held a pen in her right hand: ‘Tell me, when did you realise that you had died and come back to life?’
The woman seemed to be recalling: ‘About a year ago. When I first woke up, my memory was hazy, and I didn’t know if it was a year and a month or two months.’