"Second Young Master?"
No one approached right away. The atmosphere instinctively made them uneasy, especially the candle, which seemed deliberately dimmed, its flame flickering faintly.
Luo Tianhe sniffed sharply, and his expression instantly darkened. "Something's wrong. This room reeks of the dead. It's something that came out of an ancient tomb!"
Before he could say more, the "Second Young Master" on the bed let out a strange laugh, then sat up and turned around. It was the familiar face of a young man, but his eyes brimmed with malice.
"You cunning lot. It wasn't easy to get you all in one place."
The Third Young Master narrowed his eyes, looking every bit as if victory were already his, though his voice was icy enough to cut to the bone. "You think the likes of you can save my useless second brother? You damned fools—you're just as deserving of death as he is! But don't worry. You won't be lonely on the road to the underworld. I've already sent Second Brother on his way, and now... you can join him!"
Hearing that Second Young Master was dead, everyone's heads swam. But before anyone could react, the Third Young Master yanked down the curtain, then tore away a piece of cloth covering the wall behind the bed.
As the red cloth fell, an enormous, antique-looking mirror was revealed. It was unmistakably the Mirror of the Underworld!
The Third Young Master flicked his wrist, and a small wooden box appeared in his hand.
"You can't reason with someone bent on dying. I already warned you not to get involved in the Wu family's mess with my damned second brother. The waters here run deep enough to drown you, but you wouldn't listen. Now... you'll all leave your lives here!"
As he finished speaking,