"Shopkeeper Zhao, what's wrong?
### Seeing Shopkeeper Zhao's face turn green, then white, and noticing how distracted he seemed, Mo Hua asked worriedly.
### Shopkeeper Zhao came back to himself and stared blankly at Mo Hua. Unable to hold back, he asked again, "They... really died on their own?"
### You didn't harm them?
### Mo Hua said solemnly, "I really didn't do anything."
### Shopkeeper Zhao sighed. Forget it. Tomb raiding is dangerous; entering the earth requires caution. That saying wasn't merely for show. It was a profession with a high death rate to begin with.
### They had died in the tomb. It could be called an accident, but in the end, it had also been inevitable.
### As for this Young Master Mo...
### Shopkeeper Zhao glanced at Mo Hua again. In the end, he had still judged him by appearances. How could such an upright, kind, simple-hearted boy possibly be a calamity star? Perhaps he truly had Heaven's blessing and an iron-hard destiny.
### That was why everyone else had died while he alone remained alive.
### Only...
### They had died too cleanly. As the shopkeeper, he was in a difficult position too...
### Shopkeeper Zhao felt a headache coming on.
### Mo Hua glanced at Shopkeeper Zhao, feeling somewhat guilty.
### After all, this was the second group. Though he had not personally dealt the killing blow, they had entered the earth alongside him. Shopkeeper Zhao had also organized the expedition, so he would certainly be put in a difficult position. Not wanting to worry him, Mo Hua changed the subject and asked,
### "Shopkeeper Zhao, what is a Dust-Clearing Pill?"
### The moment Shopkeeper Zhao heard "Dust-Clearing Pill," his attention was indeed diverted. But after thinking it over, he still shook his head.