He was an inconspicuous monk.
He was in his forties, of medium build, with a scar on his head and marks on his palms from years of sweeping the floor. There was nothing unusual about him.
He was pushed out, looking timid and frightened. When he saw Finn Ye and Xuan Su, his face turned pale, and he trembled like a sieve, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Hengyuan said in a gentle voice: "Fayuan, please tell me what happened tonight. Did you see these two donors go up to the tower? Why did the disciples in the tower die? What do you know?"
The monk named "Fayuan" looked at everyone carefully, hid his body behind Hengyuan, and began to cry: "Just after the Yin hour, my fellow disciples who were on duty with me started to cry out in stomach pains one after another, and then they fell down and died, with blood flowing from all seven orifices. It was so horrible."
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