The four black-robed cultivators arriving, are they a young lord with three guards?
Or are they elders from the family, bringing disciples for training?
Mo Hua was pondering this as the group had already approached.
Mr. Hui led the way in the front and politely said: "Rest assured, dear guests, everything is prepared properly, just waiting for Mr. Pi to break open the tomb entrance..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Hui froze.
The tomb entrance was tightly shut, the front was empty except for Mo Hua in shackles and Shen Qingsheng bound in chains; Mr. Pi was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Mr. Pi?" Mr. Hui glanced around, asking Mo Hua.
Mo Hua whispered: "Seems... dead."
Mr. Hui opened his mouth, his mind momentarily blank.
No... dead? How did he die?
Why did he die?
In good spirits, only a moment's turn, having just brought the guests over, Mr. Pi died without a sound?
For a moment, he didn't know how to face this abstract fact.
