Thinking of this, Cheng Ziang cracked a slight smile, then looked at the man prostrate on the ground and said, "You have ten fingers, so I'll give you ten chances. Say the wrong thing and I'll chop off one each time, until you tell the truth. How does that sound?"
"Manor Lord, spare my life, we were really just curious and came to take a look," the man's voice came out in a whimpering cry.
"Oh, then it seems we misunderstood you. What should we do about that? As compensation, we'll just chop off one of your fingers. Put your hand on the ground quickly and stretch out whichever finger you prefer to lose first," Cheng Ziang said with a cold laugh.
"Manor Lord, this... gibberish..." The man began to emit meaningless trembling sounds, and his speech became indistinct.
"The divinity believes you have malicious intent, which is why it appeared. In this situation, should we doubt the divinity, or should we doubt you?" Cheng Ziang said.
