Wang Cuicui deeply hated Zhang Dajiang, borrowed a longsword, and stabbed him several times. Blood pooled around as Zhang Dajiang knelt and apologized, sincerely admitting his mistakes, finally showing fear. Wang Cuicui became even more furious and struck him down with a single blow.
Blood stained the hall.
Li Xian wrapped the corpse with coarse cloth. He sneaked into the city hall, hung the corpse at the entrance, and used a sword as a pen to write down the crimes on the corpse.
He also drafted a letter to intimidate the local county magistrate, demanding he return the treasures and provide Wang Cuicui a place of refuge.
After finishing these tasks, the sky was already light. Li Xian and Wen Caishang, having drifted on their boat for several days, found it difficult to enter the city. They looked for a tea stall outside a hall, ordered some tea, and watched as the first rays of the sun appeared and the crowd grew thicker.
The hustle and bustle began to stir.
