The middle-aged man let out a carefree laugh, his face full of mockery.
"I hope Pavilion Master Hua can still maintain such righteousness after seeing the real evidence." The man in the green shirt turned around, loudly addressing the villagers below the steps, "Bring up the body of Xu Lao'er, as well as his widow and child."
A path wide enough for several people was cleared among the angry crowd. In the distance, two burly men carrying a plank appeared. On the plank was a mummy.
A woman in her prime had swollen, tear-stained eyes. Dressed in a gray mourning gown, she accompanied the two men lifting the plank, a sob constantly escaping her lips. With one hand, she led a child about five or six years old.
"The evidence is here. May they approach the Pavilion?" The man in the green shirt asked Hua Ji.
As soon as Hua Ji saw the corpse, he thought, 'This is bad.'
