The old man furrowed his brows even more deeply and asked, "At this hour, and in such a hurry, where are you headed, young man? Don't tell me you're planning to rob an old man too?"
The burly man sighed, then burst out laughing. "I may not know what kind of treasures you've got in that carriage, old man, but you were rude to me. What makes you think I'm one of them?"
Not far away, Xue Yu listened quietly, her face utterly expressionless.
She looked him over again. This six-foot-tall brute was far too uncouth, and he didn't have the slightest trace of spiritual energy. How could he possibly be that fellow, Wang Xian?
So she withdrew her gaze and looked at the old man.
The old man sighed and gave a bitter smile. "Actually, those two fellows had their eyes on me back at an inn in the Divine Capital... I figure they didn't dare make a move inside the city, so they followed me all this way..."
"Look at me. I'm just a poor old man. What could they possibly want from me?"
Xue Yu continued listening quietly, without reacting.
Chu Tiange darted over and lifted the curtain behind the old man...
"Hss..." He sucked in a sharp breath.
A gust of eerie wind seemed to rush at him. He stumbled backward three zhang before finally stopping beside Xue Yu.
Xue Yu's gaze flashed like lightning as she took in the scene inside the carriage.
She couldn't help crying out, "Old man... Could it be those two were after your coffin?"
The wind blew, and the carriage curtain swayed gently, like a black funeral banner planted on a grave. The husband and wife both sucked in a sharp breath.
Early in the morning, he'd driven a carriage