"Oh my god! Shopkeeper, you don't know that this is not the case. Some evildoers stole the coffin lids of the 'guests' of the charity cemetery. A kind-hearted person donated money and asked me, an old woman, to buy them a better place to live." Mrs. Rong, who was guarding the charity cemetery, said indignantly.
"Woof woof woof woof woof!" (This person is really evil-minded!)
“Woof woof woof woof, woof woof woof woof!” (So many people died, and she was still so happy!)
Outside the coffin shop, Nalan Yunzhi saw the shopkeeper who was so happy that he couldn't help but complain.
"As expected of Xiaobai, you also noticed something was wrong, right?" Situ Ye bent down, picked up the little white tiger, and touched its head with relief.
Nalan Yunzhi: ...
"Old lady, what about the coffin lids being stolen from the charity cemetery that you just mentioned?" Situ Ye walked into the coffin shop with his long legs.
Rong Po, who was chatting with the shopkeeper, looked up and saw a tall, slender figure walking in. The man had a dark face and was holding a large white cat. Rong Po couldn't help but think of the group of fierce, black-clad, masked men in the charity cemetery, and was immediately frightened.
Then, Rong Po repeated what she had said to Zuo An and the others: "My dear, this old woman is in charge of the charity cemetery. She goes there every morning and evening to clean it and burn incense for the 'guests'. Last night, because I felt uncomfortable in my stomach, I was lazy and didn't go..."
"The coffin lid was stolen? This is really weird!" Han Yichen, who was standing at the door, also walked into the coffin shop after hearing this.
Seeing the sudden appearance of a tall and handsome young man, Rong Po, who had been frightened again and again, suddenly felt less afraid.
"What the young master said is very true! Fortunately, a group of masked men in black passed by. The unmasked man even gave him a gold ingot as a reward and asked me, an old woman, to prepare a new thin coffin for these 'guests'." Grandma Rong nodded to Han Yichen who had just entered the room.
"A masked man in black? What does he look like without the mask?" Situ Ye's face, which was not white to begin with, suddenly turned frighteningly black.
"He... he looks quite cold, and he calls himself 'this master' all the time. But he is very handsome, dressed in black, with long hair tied up high and a gold belt around his waist. He exudes nobility. But he is not very old, only about sixteen or seventeen years old." Grandma Rong explained everything in detail.
"Brother, judging by her description, it's most likely that guy from Zuo'an. Let's go and take a look at that charity cemetery!"
"Xiaobai, you have done a great deed again this time! Second Dad will reward you with two more fish later!" Situ Ye's mood suddenly improved. He pulled a handful of the little white tiger's fur and smiled, revealing his neat and white teeth.
“Woof woof woof woof woof…”
(Nalan Yunzhi: On behalf of my ancestors for eighteen generations, I thank you!)
So, under the guidance of Mrs. Rong, Situ Ye and Han Yichen soon arrived at the charity cemetery where Hua Qingcheng had stayed before.
As for Hua Qingcheng, the woman being searched for so desperately, she and Monk Hua were sleeping soundly in the Ruyi Inn in the south of the city. Of course, they were in their respective rooms.
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