"Wait." Luo Tianhe suddenly interrupted them. "Call Laifu over. I need him to prepare a few things."
A little later, Laifu came trembling through the door. The two bodies in the front hall had filled him with terror. Before he could say a word, Luo Tianhe spoke. "I need a white burial shroud large enough to cover a corpse—the bigger, the better. I also need a red bridal veil, one that's as new as possible. Ideally, it should belong to a couple who got married within the last seven days."
"This..."
Ignoring Laifu's hesitation, Luo Tianhe gestured toward the bodies of Mr. Wu and Wang Bao. His tone was firm. "Hurry. If we delay, something could go wrong!"
"Also, tell everyone outside that no matter what happens in here or what sounds they hear, they must not come near. Remember! If they do, your young master will surely die tonight!" Yuan Shanyuan stood with the bearing of a grandmaster. His acupuncture skills had already opened Laifu's eyes not long ago, so Laifu had complete faith in his words.
Hearing that his young master's life was at stake, Laifu immediately gritted his teeth and agreed, then hurried away.
Time passed second by second. The vast Wu Manor grew quiet again, but even the Fatty knew this calm was only temporary. If they didn't handle things properly tonight, another wave of bloodshed would follow.
Just as they'd feared, something went wrong during what seemed like an endless wait. Lin Qianqian stared at the two corpses, her voice faltering. "You... look at Wang Bao's body. Doesn't it look different?"
"It's his face. That wasn't the smile he had before!" The Fatty had sharp eyes and spotted the problem at once. "His smile's getting more and more exaggerated."
At that, Luo Tianhe seemed to