No one dared to doubt Chi Jiao's words anymore.
Doubting her was the equivalent of doubting the Evil Deity. They didn't dare to blaspheme the gods.
Chi Jiao turned to look at Old Man Liu. "What about you? Do you have any questions?"
Old Man Liu hurriedly shook his head. "No, no."
"Then, you can tell the truth now. Did we beat you to near-death as you said?" Chi Jiao asked with a smile.
At this moment, Old Man Liu really did not dare to lie anymore. He shook his head vigorously. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have framed you!"
"The Evil Deity said that he would give you a chance to atone for your sins. Don't be afraid," Chi Jiao said.
"How can I atone for my sins?" Old Man Liu asked hurriedly.
"Get someone to slap you 50 times a day for a week. The Evil Deity said he would forgive you then," Chi Jiao said with a smile.
Old Man Liu felt that she was messing with him, but he had no proof.
