"Wait!"
Lei Yu stepped forward and shouted, "Just for him alone, you're going to kill so many of us?"
Young Master Jia sneered. "I already said it just now: men die for wealth, birds die for food. Since you came here for the treasures in the Left General's Tomb, you should be prepared to be buried here for those very things."
Lei Yu furrowed his brows tight, unable to speak.
He hadn't expected this man to be so obsessed—merely because others coveted the Left General's Tomb, he wanted them dead; and from the way he had vanished last night, only to reappear now with everything prepared, it was clear he had resolved not to let them leave this stone chamber alive.
Seeing Young Master Jia about to ignite the tung oil on the ground again, Lu Xiao suddenly said, "But this place isn't the Left General's Tomb, is it?"
"..."
His hand paused slightly and stopped. He lifted his head to look at Lu Xiao.
