Luo Tianhe's explanation was similar to what Jiang Cheng already knew, and even more detailed. It was an extremely sinister burial method, which showed just how deep the other party's resentment had been.
But Jiang Cheng was more interested in the expert surnamed Yu whom Luo Tianhe had mentioned. The name sounded so familiar. Could it be that old fossil, Yu Chengmu?
"May I ask who this expert surnamed Yu is...?"
Luo Tianhe put on the air of an eminent master, raised his head, and replied calmly, "Naturally, it's Senior Yu Chengmu. He's highly accomplished in yin-yang arts, the mysteries of creation, and the Eight Trigrams. If he'd been part of this mission, we wouldn't have suffered such a heavy loss—especially at the Blood Corpse Tomb. I'm sure he would have found a way."
Seeing the strange expressions on Jiang Cheng and the Fatty's faces, Luo Tianhe sneered inwardly. They must have heard of Yu Chengmu. Unlike him, Yu Chengmu didn't like working alone. He brought a group of people along on every mission, and their knowledge of the Eight Trigrams, schemes, and calculations was downright terrifying. If Luo Tianhe hadn't been capable enough to intimidate them in turn, things might have come to a bloody end last time.
"What is it? It seems you're interested in Senior Yu as well, Brother Jiang. No matter. Once we get out of here safely, I'll find a chance to introduce you. With my recommendation, Senior Yu will surely—"
Luo Tianhe's words came to an abrupt halt. Jiang Cheng had put on a grief-stricken expression. Slowly, he sighed. "I'm afraid Senior Yu won't be able to do you that favor, Mr. Luo."
"What do you mean?" Luo Tianhe suddenly had a bad feeling.
"On a mission not long ago, I was fortunate enough