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Lin Feng nodded and replied affirmatively, "It is indeed this person. Bring him here quickly!"
After receiving clear instructions, Zhang Zihao did not dare to delay for even a moment. He turned and strode out of the courtyard, calling out loudly to several capable Yayi to accompany him in searching for the man from yesterday.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before the man was successfully captured and brought to where Lin Feng was seated.
At this moment, Lin Feng sat upright in a chair at the front of the house, facing the man standing in the center of the courtyard. Zhang Zihao and Lu An stood on either side of Lin Feng, their expressions solemn. Numerous Yayi were lined up neatly on both sides, holding staffs and exuding an imposing presence.
The entire scene was solemn and dignified, evoking a sense of reverence akin to that of a real Yamen hall.
Lin Feng's gaze was piercing as he fixed his eyes on the man before him, his expression vigilant as he shouted, "Who are you? What have you done? Speak quickly!"
The man in black was dressed in the same attire as yesterday, his figure wrapped in a sleek black outfit that made him appear mysterious and stern. Meeting Lin Feng's gaze, he responded with neither humility nor arrogance, "My lord, Xiao Ren truly does not know what crime I have committed! Why have you brought me here?"
Seeing this, Zhang Zihao grew impatient and shouted, "Just answer the questions honestly! Why all this nonsense?"
The man in black hurriedly lowered his head and respectfully replied, "Yes, my lord. I am just an ordinary commoner; I have done nothing special during the day."
Lin Feng frowned and pointed at the sword on the man's back, questioning, "Commoner? If you claim to be a commoner, then why do you carry such a long sword? Surely there must be some reason behind it?"
The man in black raised his head, an innocent look on his face as he defended himself, "My lord Ming Jian, carrying a Pei Jian does not mean I am a criminal. This sword is merely for self-defense; there is no malicious intent."
At that moment, Lin Feng waved his hand to signal everyone to remain calm and then spoke softly, "I do not consider you guilty; I just need to clarify some matters with you. First, tell me your name."
Taking a deep breath and straightening up, the man answered, "In response to your lordship, my name is Yang Wushuang."
Lin Feng nodded and continued to inquire, "Then do you know why this village is deserted?"
Yang Wushuang shook his head without hesitation and replied, "My lord, Xiao Ren truly does not know!"
"Then you may leave!"
Lin Feng looked at the man before him and shook his head helplessly. He understood that continuing this stalemate would yield no useful information from him.
Upon hearing this statement, Yang Wushuang paused slightly but said nothing more. He silently turned around and walked away with heavy steps.
Watching his retreating figure grow distant, Lin Feng pondered inwardly: What hidden secrets lie within this seemingly ordinary village?
In fact, it wasn't just Lin Feng who had such thoughts; everyone present felt the same way. They exchanged glances, their eyes revealing confusion and unease.
After Yang Wushuang left, the crowd that had gathered began to disperse, each person returning to their own residence, contemplating how to navigate this perplexing situation.
At that moment, Lin Feng, Lu An, and Zhang Zihao were in a room together, and the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy. None of them spoke; they simply sat in silence, as if time itself had come to a standstill.
At this moment, all the clues seemed to have come to a halt here, plunging their emotions into a deadlock and leaving them feeling helpless.
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