Lu Mi calmly made his way downstairs with his crutch. Almost everyone had gathered there already. It was noisy, and every face was grave.
Shang Anbang turned and spotted him. "Why'd you only just wake up?"
"I was too tired." Lu Mi checked the time. It was already ten in the morning.
His composure vanished-Hu Pu must have gone out long ago. His plan was ruined.
"Everyone, what happened?"
A heavy stench of urine wafted over, and everyone fell silent at once.
If only they could close their noses, too.
Hu Pu stood at the back door, the same smile on her face as always, as though it had never changed. She was dragging Lu Dalu's pale corpse in one hand.
Lu Mi wanted to know, too. His gaze swept around the room several times, lingering most often on Zhao Huai's back as she sat quietly on the sofa.
Nobody showed uncontrollable fear or panic at the sight of Lu Dalu's corpse. Apparently, they already knew he was dead.
That was hardly surprising. The players could see the backyard from their windows, after all. Perhaps the scream he had heard earlier had come from the first person to spot Lu Dalu's body.
When nobody answered, Hu Pu nodded and dragged Lu Dalu's corpse step by step into the kitchen. "Sit wherever you like. No need to be so stiff."
There was no real boundary between the living room and the kitchen, just a crude stove and some old cooking utensils on that side.
Hu Pu laid Lu Dalu flat on the floor and selected a relatively less rusty kitchen knife from the hanging utensils.
Then, right in front of everyone, she hacked several times before severing Lu Dalu's head completely.
Blood splattered everywhere as his head came free. A girl