"What did you say?"
Inside the house in the river valley, a voice of disbelief came from Wang Ling.
At the wooden table in the living room, the uncle and nephew of the Wang family sat face to face with Guan Yiren and Niu Zhengzheng.
Wang Ling held the teacup, staring blankly at Guan Yiren: "But... but the official report said it was Lord Jade Talisman and Lord Dry Sea who jointly killed the Ghost Talisman Doll."
"Heh." Guan Yiren sneered.
"Don't be naive, brother." Niu Zhengzheng grinned widely, showing the same disdainful expression, "God and Demon were always one group!"
Wang Ling turned his head, looking foolishly at Wang Quan.
Wang Quan's face was solemn and he didn't make any comments.
Niu Zhengzheng continued to shout: "The gods feed on faith, the demons feed on emotions!
Gods and demons are like a group of big mosquitoes, hanging onto the human clan, eager to suck us dry!"
