Please father, enter the coffin.
Please, Family Head, face death!
The resounding shout of hundreds, rolling sound waves, like a demonic sound lingering, echoed incessantly at the scene.
Chen Yuanwu had anticipated this long ago and showed no reaction.
Mu Ying was the same.
Only Mu Ling'er, upon hearing this stirring shout, turned pale instantly, her limbs trembling uncontrollably.
She could never have dreamed that such open rebellion would occur in the always harmonious City Lord's Mansion.
Moreover, this clearly meant a turncoat siding with the enemy.
That is to say, the appearance of this ragged old man here, and his precise interception midway, was likely due to Mu Changdong, her own uncle, leaking the secret.
A white banner, a death knell, and even a coffin.
This...
Openly inviting one's father to enter the coffin??
Mu Ling'er's mind was in chaos; such a thing far exceeded the scope of her imagination.
Perhaps, this is human selfishness?
