Xu Huo stood where he was and smiled. "May I ask you two about someone? Have you heard of a person named Lanni?"
Neither old man so much as shifted his gaze, and one replied curtly, "She's dead. Stop bothering us!"
Xu Huo followed at a measured distance. "May I ask where her grave is? I'd like to pay my respects."
At that, one of the old men paused. "Is your surname Feng?"
Xu Huo shook his head. "My surname is Xu."
The old man turned and left.
Xu Huo did not press the matter. Instead, he said, "I'm sincere. If you change your minds, you can come find me."
The old men lived on the same street. Once home, they slammed their doors shut.
Xu Huo did not mind. He was about to return to Feng Jiawen's house when a haggard middle-aged man followed him and asked in a low voice, "What is your relationship with Lanni?"
"We knew each other, more or less." Xu Huo turned back. "Why? Do you know where her grave is?"
The middle-aged man held out his hand. "Give me a Red-Eye Fruit, and I'll tell you."
Xu Huo smiled and gave him one. The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he immediately added, "Not enough."
Xu Huo took back the one he had handed over. "Don't think I don't know that all the town residents have empty graves. You think you can earn a Red-Eye Fruit just by pointing me to some random place?"
The middle-aged man remained expressionless. "Isn't an empty grave what you came to pay respects to?"
"I came at someone's request. Naturally, it would be best if I could see her remains or belongings," Xu Huo said.
The middle-aged man was equally straightforward. "Walk straight from the Factory's back door