"What exactly is going on here? Spill the beans, or I swear I'll send you to meet the gods right now!"
Wang Hao knew that once these people believed in superstition, it was very difficult to reason with them.
Only the bell-ringer can untie the bell. If the truth came from the mouths of those they worshiped, they might wake up from their delusion.
"This is the power of the natural gods!"
The man continued to lead them astray.
"Really? Then why don't we see if these gods of nature can heal your crippled legs and feet?"
Wang Hao certainly didn't believe in these ghostly tales, but he had no mercy for the instigator of this deception and raised his foot, ready to kick the man.
But he didn't actually kick the man. Instead, he hit the chair next to him, instantly smashing it to pieces.
This served as a warning to the man—if he didn't come clean, the chair's fate would be his own.
"I... I'll talk, I'll tell the truth!"
