Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 245: The People Terrified by the Ancient Ancestor

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: The People Terrified by the Ancient Ancestor

Qiang Hongtao met Jiangli’s gaze and immediately understood.

"Shi Dahai, you killed me, and you still won’t admit it! If you have the guts, look me in the eyes!"

As he spoke, he reached out and placed his hand under Shi Dahai’s chin.

A chill rushed over him; Shi Dahai was as stiff as stone, not daring to move recklessly for fear the other would snap his neck in an instant.

Qiang Hongtao lifted his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

The next second, the image of his grisly death filled Shi Dahai’s vision.

Qiang Hongtao looked into his eyes, and with a clatter, his eyeballs fell out of their sockets, hitting Shi Dahai’s face.

Shi Dahai shut his eyes tightly as a pig-like scream rang out in the interrogation room.

"No! Qiang Hongtao, don’t come any closer! It’s really not my fault! I was just taking money to do a job, acting on orders! The one who wanted to harm you is President Yang from Chengtian Group, it has nothing to do with me! There’s a debtor for every debt, go find President Yang, don’t come after me! It’s not my fault! I’m just a worker, taking money to do a job, I never really wanted to harm you, I have elders above and juniors below, please let me go, for the sake of me telling you everything, please spare me..."

Song Taishan’s eyes lit up; wasn’t this the confession they needed?

He immediately looked towards Jiangli.

Jiangli stood there without any intention of stopping.

Song Taishan was somewhat puzzled, unsure of what Jiangli intended to do, so he leaned over to Xia Xin and quietly asked, "Does the Abbot have any other plans?"

Xia Xin had no idea what Jiangli was thinking.

But since their ancestor had not spoken, there must be something left unfinished.

Xia Xin confidently said, "Exactly, Captain Song, don’t be anxious, just follow the Abbot’s lead."

Song Taishan grunted in acknowledgment and held his tongue.

Jiangli stood there as if watching a drama unfold.

Qiang Hongtao, hearing Shi Dahai’s words, grew even angrier, and blood dripped from his eye sockets onto Shi Dahai’s face with plink, plink sounds.

He grabbed hold of Shi Dahai’s throat.

The icy touch sent a shiver through Shi Dahai, who instinctively opened his eyes.

Qiang Hongtao stared at him, each word steeped in blood.

"You took money to do your job, you didn’t mean to kill me, you have elders and children to care for, but what about my family? I also have a wife, and an unborn child, whose gender we didn’t even know! When you dealt me your deadly blow, did you spare a thought for my family?"

"Taking money to do a job... to you, is a life worth less than money? If that’s the case, what’s the worth of your own life?"

Shi Dahai had no words to rebut Qiang Hongtao’s interrogation.

Seeing Qiang Hongtao’s ghastly death, Shi Dahai was so terrified he nearly lost his breath, collapsing in a heap, without the strength to argue.

"I, I’m wrong, big brother, please spare me..."

His voice was almost inaudible.

"No, that’s wrong."

At that moment, Song Taishan caught a peculiar smell and nudged Xia Xin’s arm, quietly asking, "Little Master, do you smell something foul?"

Xia Xin’s nostrils twitched, and indeed there was a scent... somehow familiar.

With a flash of insight, he looked down at Shi Dahai’s feet.

He saw a puddle of unidentified liquid beneath Shi Dahai’s feet.

Xia Xin almost choked on his saliva, pulling Song Taishan and pointing to the puddle at Shi Dahai’s feet.

Song Taishan saw it and was momentarily at a loss for words.

However, having seen such a situation before, he waved his hand dismissively at Xia Xin, "Small matter."

Xia Xin was indifferent to it.

It was just that with the old ancestor standing by Shi Dahai’s side,

Seeing the liquid flow on the floor, he quickly ran over and pulled Jiangli away, lest it dirty the ancestor’s shoes.

Jiangli, being pulled aside, raised an eyebrow, "What’s up?"

"... He peed himself." Xia Xin pointed.

Jiangli glanced and was unfazed, "It’s normal. In this situation, if he didn’t piss himself, that would mean I was incompetent."

Xia Xin: "..."

So the old ancestor took this as a badge of honor?

High, that’s really high.