Chapter 7: The Innkeeper
“What’s wrong with him?!” The armed yamen officers quickly surrounded their fallen comrade.
One of them reached out to check his breath, then gasped in horror, “D-Dead... he's dead!”
The room instantly fell into a heavy silence.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuzhu’s brow furrowed tightly. How could a living man just drop dead like that?
Thud! Another officer collapsed, just as silently and suddenly. A chill surged up Zhao Wuzhu’s spine, racing from his tailbone to the crown of his head.
Just then, the room’s lamplight flickered erratically. In the blink of an eye, two of the officers who had entered were now dead, and it happened right under their very noses.
“Head Constable Zhao, do you think... this house is haunted? Is there something unclean here that we can’t see?” one officer asked, his voice trembling.
It was said that only monks or Daoist priests could see such unclean things.
“This place is dangerous, we’ll retreat for now!” Zhao Wuzhu ordered.
Thud! The officer who had just spoken also collapsed to the ground.
Zhao Wuzhu roared in fury, “I am the head constable of Wei City! What demon dares to murder officers of the law!?”