The four old men's faces looked utterly grim.
He clearly meant to make them kill one another!
"Don't believe him! Killing one person with a disease is already his limit!"
The Scarface Five Elder spoke with a dark expression.
A moment later, disbelief spread across his face.
Then he died.
Sick-Sick shook his head regretfully and said:
"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't get a chance to tell you about your disease.
You had a disease that would kill you if you didn't sing within a minute.
Unfortunately, you can't hear me now."
The three old men's expressions darkened to the extreme.
The Elegant Five Elder drew a breath, glanced at Sick-Sick, then turned to the Blond Five Elder.
He didn't dare gamble.
It was just killing a colleague!
He only wanted to live. What was wrong with that?
The Blond Five Elder turned green.
"Calm down. Just because he says you have a disease doesn't mean you actually have it!
You believe him?"
The Elegant Five Elder fell silent for a moment, then said:
"Sorry. I have no choice but to believe him."
"Half an hour is enough for you to reach the Flower Room!
Go find our lord!
Our lord will definitely have a solution!"
The Blond Five Elder had already sensed the killing intent, and he was panicking.
He was no match for the other man.
The Elegant Five Elder gave a bitter smile and said:
"Do you think Lord Imu doesn't know what's happening here?"
A moment later, the Elegant Five Elder charged.
After a bloody battle, the Elegant Five Elder's fingers pierced the Blond Five Elder's throat.
The Blond Five Elder wheezed, cast one final, resentful look at the Elegant Five Elder, and breathed his last.
The Elegant Five Elder withdrew his hand, then turned to