"This book is poison to us. If a disciple of the sect was the one who executed the criminal responsible, then granting it to you is the only right path." The old man continued.
His voice softened. "It is better in your hands than anywhere near ours."
Han Yu tapped the table lightly with one finger. "You do not want to keep even a copy?"
The village head stiffened. "We would rather forget it exists."
Han Yu noted the sincerity in the old man's tone. He also sensed the villagers behind him nodding quickly, fearful of even hearing more about the cursed item.
To them, this book was nothing but calamity.
He finally reached out and placed a hand on the wrapped shape. It was light, perhaps no more than a few dozen pages. The object inside did not emanate Qi. Whatever power it held was not obvious.
Han Yu spoke in a low voice. "Very well. I will accept it."
The village head looked as if he had been released from a crushing weight. Tears glimmered at the corners of his eyes.
