As clues kept coming together, the truth gradually came to light. The Wu family's sins, hidden beneath the surface, were horrifying. To prolong his own life, Mr. Wu had even targeted innocent women and infants. He had brought this fate upon himself.
Now, it wasn't just him. His children—and even the entire Wu Manor—would have to pay for his crimes.
"Our mission is to help Wu Manor get through this crisis. In other words, at least one of the Wu family's bloodline must survive; they can't be wiped out. The eldest young master is already dead, so we have to save at least one of the Second or Third Young Masters. If we fail the mission, we'll die too." Luo Tianhe made himself perfectly clear.
"The Wu family did something like this, and we still have to help them? This is just..."
Lin Qianqian clenched her fists, looking outraged by the Wu family's wickedness. But everyone could tell she was putting on an act. In the end, Yuan Shanyuan tactfully gave her a way out. "Miss Lin, there's no need to be upset. Think of Song Keli. We only have to protect the Wu family for a while, not forever."
"You mean... after we leave, these people from the Wu family will die anyway?"
Yuan Shanyuan smiled. "That's not something we need to concern ourselves with. We should focus on getting through the crisis right in front of us."
When Jiang Cheng saw Luo Tianhe, Yuan Shanyuan, and Bai Yu climb out of the pit, the Fatty hurriedly asked, "What do we do with this corpse?" The twisted body of the woman in the coffin sent a chill down his spine.
Luo Tianhe brushed the dirt from his clothes and shook his head. "Don't worry. I've broken the tomb's formation.