"The livestock that was bitten to death in your family, were they all drained of blood?" I stood up straight and locked eyes with the woman holding the child.
The child, only two or three years old, nestled in his mother's arms, still oblivious to the world, "Dry and flat."
The childish babble, though innocent in tone, spoke of a method of killing that was exceptionally cruel.
The livestock must have been drained completely, not just of blood, hence why in the end, only a layer of skin was left.
"It's as my son just described," the woman hastily added.
I hung my head, slowly coming to understand the situation: "It was the work of a weasel."
"Impossible, those two weasels had fourteen Penetrating Nails in them and were bound by Black Snake of Lord Dragon God, how could they possibly escape?" the village head immediately rejected my words, but not feeling reassured, sent someone to check.
