They waited ten minutes, maybe even longer. Everyone kept their heads down, staring at their phones and waiting for news from Li Bai.
But unfortunately, no new messages came.
The Fatty even had a strange feeling that the profile pictures of Li Bai and the other two in the group chat might lose their color at any moment, turning from color to black and white, like three memorial portraits.
"Should we... should we try contacting them, or... or ask someone from Wu Manor to go take a look?" The Fatty raised his head. He still couldn't bring himself to believe that all three living people had died just like that.
Luo Tianhe shook his head. "There's no need. Life and death are up to fate, wealth and honor are up to heaven. Besides, even if we rushed over now, it'd already be too late." Luo Tianhe spoke with disarming clarity.
"Besides..." Luo Tianhe paused and looked into the distance. "Our own trouble is here."
They had no time to think it over. Footsteps approached, accompanied by firelight. Laifu came hurrying over with several people, carrying a lantern. When he saw them, he hesitated slightly, as though he had something difficult to say. "Masters, there's something... something I'd like to discuss with you."
"You need us to transport Mr. Wu's body back to the cemetery." Luo Tianhe was blunt. Given the timing, it was obvious.
Laifu gritted his teeth, then finally gave a firm nod. "That's right. But... tonight's different from last night. This time, we plan to use a coffin. We need you masters to carry it yourselves and take my master there."
The Fatty froze, then felt a chill spread through his body. "Just us?"
"Yes, just you masters." Laifu was practically pleading. "I'm truly sorry. You know what's