Terror!
Great terror!
A rich fear filled the hearts of the clansmen who came to mourn the elder.
Looking at the dense fog around them, still reeking of blood, they were petrified and scrambled back to Yaoguandu, bringing the news with them.
A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples.
Suddenly, the whole Yaoguandu was in an uproar.
People started gathering to discuss countermeasures.
As they talked, they began to blame each other and fought.
Everyone accused the others of wrongdoing, praising the virtues of the late elder.
Especially Guan Daniu, who was pelted with rotten eggs by the angry crowd and beaten mercilessly.
If it weren't for his insistence on seeking a sorcerer, perhaps things wouldn't have come to this pass.
It was him!
It was him!
He angered the elder!
In such moments of fear and panic, no one wanted to take the blame upon themselves.
Rather than reflecting on their actions, they found it easier to denigrate others.