It doesn't matter if a wild sacrificial priest dies, or an evil demon dies—Cai Qidong never really pays attention to that kind of thing.
When Feng Yao sent over the video, he just glanced at it. The moment he saw that turtle demon—turning from a pet turtle into a snapping turtle—he stopped watching, since there was no point in seeing the rest.
How a snapping turtle ended up in the West River, how it became a demon, how it ended up being worshipped, and who exactly worshipped it—there were just too many unresolved questions here.
They really think normal people nowadays are as easy to fool as they were a hundred years ago? With the way information spreads now, just the slightest clue, once someone picks up on it, this kind of wild water god worship would blow up instantly.
Cai Qidong's real headache was figuring out how he'd talk to the boss of Changfeng Group.
