C36 The Decaying Smell the Soul of the Dao

I was relieved to see that the person hanging above was not Third Uncle.

My nerves, which had been stretched to their limit, suddenly eased. I never wanted to endure such a harrowing ordeal again.

But the sight of the daoist robe draped over the corpse sparked a fresh concern. Third Uncle claimed to be a Taoist priest, albeit an unconventional one in my view. Still, he was a practitioner