"Shut up!" You Su nearly screamed, then turned to the inside of the house and said, "Master, don't blame me, I'll take you away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, You Su kicked open the door, and a gust of stale air hit him—a smell of a room being opened for the first time in ages.
You Su felt a chill in his heart, but he continued to keep Wu Cheng hostage, glancing around the room with his peripheral vision: a lotus pedestal, a table with a wooden sword, a gray stone, and a piece of white jade.
Only one person was missing.
You Su felt like a mayfly swept away by endless waves, the deep helplessness of being deceived made him feel defeated, and he almost collapsed to the ground, burying his head and silently sobbing:
"Master...where did you go? Come with me!"
Qi Daodong stood outside the door, observing everything inside, and continued to fan the flames:
