Poisoning, arson, fraud.
Am I the Evil God, or are you the Evil God?
"How could you be so brutal!"
The Mountain God's eyes nearly burst from their sockets, his voice trembling, a spitting image of a pitiable man who'd been stripped by a greedy landlord, his property burned to ashes, and then thrown into the street for public display. "Decades of my hard work, and you've burned it all, all of it!"
At this moment, the fury of the Gold and Silver Statue had reached its apex, with what seemed like glistening tears flashing within those black, hollow eyes. Trembling, it raised its hand, pointed at Zhou Li, and wailed hysterically:
"All I did was kill you, letting your souls amass wealth for me, yet you destroyed my village, poisoned my vengeful ghosts, and smashed my altar! You, you, aaaaah!!!"
