The waves were rolling on the dark surface of the ocean. It seemed that monsters of some sort were hiding underneath it, making people feel depressed, even suffocated.
Nobody spoke for a long time, because they didn't know how to respond to Xiwang Sun's assumption.
Bu Qiuxiao's voice rang out.
"We always use pen, paper, ink, and ink-stone at the cottage; we don't use knives except for cooking."
He flew to the front of Xiwang Sun, and said to him calmly while staring into his eyes, "You should be fully aware that I haven't bought any knife from you, and I believe nobody at our cottage has either; in that case, perhaps I am qualified to ask you a few questions?"
Xiwang Sun looked at him and said with a smile, "Though I don't have the evidence, I know the One-Cottage is not so clean."