The moon hung high among the branches.
The sky after the rain wasn't as clear as one might expect.
A gray cloud had drifted in from somewhere, obscuring the moonlight.
In the village.
As Zheng Xiu followed for a few steps, the doors that had secretly cracked open slammed shut in an instant.
Evidently, the existence of the "Late-night Butcher" was no secret in the village.
Feng Bei knew, the village chief knew, everyone knew.
They tacitly permitted the Late-night Butcher's existence.
The villagers and the Late-night Butcher were bound together in some intimate way.
Passing the village chief's house, the place where they had once drunk soup was now tightly shuttered. After being scared off by Wang Cangyun, the chief had apparently snuck back home to hide.
Wang Cangyun, the boy, and his subordinates had vanished in the short time it took Zheng Xiu to win over Feng Bei.
'Did they really leave?'
Zheng Xiu was surprised.
