What?
He actually wanted the master to come out and welcome him personally?
After hearing Tang Hao's words, the steward was put in a difficult position.
He was already in his coffin. How was he supposed to come out?
Could this man have come to make trouble on purpose?
The steward's expression immediately turned cold.
"If you've come to pay your respects, you're naturally welcome. But if you're here to cause trouble, leave now."
"There's no one left in this estate besides me."
His voice was grave.
"What do you mean by that? Where's Tai Tan? Isn't he the master of this estate?"
"You really don't know what happened?" the steward asked in bewilderment.
"Are we supposed to know what happened?" Tang Hao was dumbfounded.
A vague, ominous feeling stirred in his heart.
"Then come inside with me."
This time, Tang Hao did not refuse the steward's invitation.
He had a sinking feeling that his plans might be thrown into disarray yet again.
Before long.
The three of them arrived in the hall.
At the sight of three large coffins neatly arranged before him, Tang Hao was stunned.
"I remember the Strength Clan having only one heir in each generation-Tai Tan's son, and then his grandson."
Tang Hao frowned as he spoke, the ominous feeling in his heart growing stronger.
"That's right. The three coffins before you hold all three generations of their family."
"They're all here, neatly together."
The steward spoke with a bitter expression.
Boom!
The steward's words struck Tang Hao like a thunderbolt.
He said in disbelief, "What?"
"They're all dead?"
"When did this happen?"
The steward sighed. "Just last night."
"Who on the entire Douluo Continent doesn't know the Strength Clan is affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect? Who would dare slaughter them?"
Tang Hao's heart