Lin Shuyou pulled out the mace and rubbed it on the ground beside him, wiping off the red-and-white gunk on it.
"It's not a big deal. Killed him, killed him. Nothing to fuss about."
Chen Lin: "But next, his family might send people over…"
Lin Shuyou: "Then let them come."
As he spoke, Lin Shuyou's face grew solemn.
He was thinking about how to put some procedural justice on this whole thing.
He always read every issue of Brother Xiao Yuan's "Walking River Behavior Regulations" carefully; he used to read it alone, and now he could also discuss it with the child.
The child said there was one very important rule in there: procedural justice—do what's convenient for yourself in the name of the Heavenly Dao, and then nothing will stand in your way.
Plus, Brother Bin had already explained it to him in the car last night: this is Nantong, Corpse Recovery Li's Daoist Field. If you come here and dare to break the rules, that's basically slapping Corpse Recovery Li in the face.
