Unfortunately, hope fell through.
And at this moment, Mr. Witch was still unconscious.
"We need to wake him up..." said Mo Hua.
This Mr. Witch, who was stationed at the Dragon King Temple and presided over the rituals, was certainly not a good person.
Everyone was in a hurry to find a way out and had no time to just wait idly for him to wake up naturally.
Waking someone up in this place with so many Supervisors around was not something Mo Hua needed to handle.
Xia Canonical Official took out a few Pills and fed them into Mr. Witch’s mouth.
Mo Hua didn’t know if they were for replenishing blood or for poisoning him to death.
A moment later, Mr. Witch did look a little better, but he still did not wake up.
Xia Canonical Official wanted to give him a few more, but Gu Changhuai was already impatient.
He grabbed Mr. Witch by the neck and lifted him up, slamming him on the ground a few times.
Mo Hua’s eyelid twitched; he could vaguely hear the sound of bones breaking.
But one had to admit that this method of "waking" was indeed very effective.
A moment later, an elderly, murmuring voice sounded.
"Stop... cough, stop..."
Gu Changhuai stopped and dropped Mr. Witch to the ground.
Mr. Witch slowly got up, feeling dizzy and in pain all over, severely losing blood, and his Vital Energy greatly damaged, as if he was plunged into Hell, taking a long time to come to his senses.
He looked at everyone with a pained expression and frowned as he spoke:
"Who... who are you? Why have you come to my Dragon King Temple and dared to disturb the Divine Lord’s peace? Aren’t you afraid..."
"Cut the crap," Gu Changhuai said impatiently, "We’re asking you questions, so answer truthfully. Otherwise, we’ll kill you now."
Mr. Witch sneered, "Ignorant fools, how dare you..."
Gu Changhuai again grabbed him by the neck, lifted him, and slammed him on the ground a few more times.
This time, Mr. Witch became compliant.
The pain made him realize his predicament.
"Sir, ask away. I will speak without reservation," Mr. Witch said sincerely, rubbing his broken ribs with clasped hands.
Gu Changhuai said, "Let me ask you, why did you steal our Token and not let us leave?"
"Steal the Token?" Mr. Witch was taken aback.
Gu Changhuai’s gaze was icy, "You don’t know?"
Mr. Witch frowned and thought for a moment, perplexedly saying:
"Why would I steal your Token? What Token? Besides, I don’t even know you. Why would I steal your Token?"
Gu Changhuai frowned, and the others exchanged looks; Mo Hua also found it strange.
This Mr. Witch, does he remember nothing?
Mo Hua said, "Then what do you know?"
"Know... what?" Mr. Witch still didn’t quite understand.
"I mean," Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "What were you doing in your last memory before this?"
Mr. Witch clasped his hands, sincerely saying, "I was sitting in front of this square’s main hall, routinely lecturing, extolling the Divine Lord’s might and virtue to the temple guards who were Believers."
"And then..."
Mr. Witch tried hard to recall, and suddenly his expression changed, his eyes somewhat manic:
"I seemed to have heard the Divine Lord’s prophecy. He said there would be a great crisis in this temple, a strong enemy was approaching, intending to kill the Divine Lord’s Believers, seize the Divine Lord’s Taoist Field, desecrate the Divine Lord’s altar, and encroach upon the Divine Lord’s authority..."
"And then, and then, I..."
Mr. Witch’s brow furrowed tightly, his expression painful, as if he couldn’t remember anything.
Then he suddenly looked around and saw the horribly dead temple guards, dismembered limbs everywhere, and blood splattered, a gruesome scene, which made him a bit nauseous, his expression shocked and then suddenly clear.
He wore an angry face, pointed at everyone, and said tremblingly: "You... it was you..."
"You are the enemies of the Divine Lord!"
"You killed the Believers in my temple! With such vicious means and a wicked heart, you..."
Mr. Witch’s burning anger rendered him speechless.
Mo Hua shook his head, "These people weren’t killed by us."
Mr. Witch retorted angrily, "Impossible!"
"You... you killed them," Mo Hua said, looking at Mr. Witch with clarity and certainty in his eyes.
Mr. Witch’s expression froze suddenly on his face, then he shook his head repeatedly, muttering: "Impossible, how could I have killed them, I..."