In Grandmaster's room.
All of us had gathered there.
Grandmaster and Master looked equally grim. They had dreamed of Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng too.
If only one person had dreamed of them, it might have been just a dream, but when everyone had the same dream, it was very likely that Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng had sent it to us.
But how could the living send dreams?
Only the dead could do that.
By then, everyone actually understood something in their hearts, but none of us wanted to accept it. We automatically downgraded the dream to Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng being in danger and asking us for help.
My master looked at me and asked, "What time did the two of them leave the Funeral Home?"
I said it was a little after one in the afternoon.
Master took out a pen and paper and cast a divination using the time. Judging by the way he arranged it, he was probably using Plum Blossom Numerology.
He began interpreting the divination on the paper, but halfway through, I saw his hand trembling.
Just as we gathered around him, he suddenly tore the paper to shreds and sighed. "I can't interpret it. I can't..."
We stood frozen, saying nothing for a long time.
It wasn't that Master couldn't interpret it. He might already have seen the result.
Zhuge Ming said in a trembling voice, "How about I try divining with Xiao Liuren..."
"There's no need." Grandmaster shakily got up to fetch his phone. "I'll call-call Shi Xiu first and have him ask those four. Ask them."
With that, Grandmaster dialed Shi Xiu's number.
The call connected quickly. In a hoarse voice, Grandmaster said, "Shi Xiu, you, well, those four people, ask them whether they lied. Beat them until they