I could still vaguely recall the brother and sister at the amusement park, carrying a snakeskin sack and looking at other people with envy.
I still remembered their embarrassment and helplessness when those two hooligans bullied them.
They already had it so hard. Why did misfortune always pick on those who already suffered...
The family consisted of a father and his son and daughter, and they were poor.
Who would harm a family this poor, without even sparing the children?
Especially since the father and son had also had their three souls taken after they were killed, my first thought was once again of seven deaths for a life.
"Grandmaster, did this father and son share the same birthday?" I asked hurriedly.
Grandmaster shook his head. "I'm not too clear on those details either. It only happened last night, and that Yin-Yang Master doesn't know much either. I'll give you his contact information. You and Zhang Rong should go take a look."
I nodded, noted down the contact information, and turned to leave the Steward's Office.
My heart was heavy as I came out of the Steward's Office. After returning to the dormitory to get my backpack, I headed down the mountain.
Zhang Rong was waiting for me at the foot of the mountain on his motorcycle. Once I got on, we planned to meet that Yin-Yang Master first.
The Yin-Yang Master lived in the same building as the murdered father and son.
Being poor, they naturally could not afford to live anywhere nice. When we arrived, we saw a shabby, old-style building. A building like this no longer belonged in a city, but no one had come to demolish it because the area had no development value.
A mourning tent had already been set up downstairs. The neighbors had