"What happened here?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Well, there is a group of quite troublesome guys who have settled here. I don't know what they are doing. Anyway, if you see them, you should take a detour... I found Lao Chu's room key, 062."

Uncle Shui rummaged through a lot of documents on the table and finally found a rusty iron key in the drawer.

"By the way, where has your dad gone to make a fortune these days? I haven't seen him yet. He still owes me a meal of stewed intestines."

Uncle Shui asked with a smile.

"He's dead."

Chu Zihang looked calm.

The tears he wanted to shed had already dried up on that rainy night, and he was now waiting for the moment when he would kill the gods with a knife.


Chapter completed!