In the dim light, Zhu Yu carefully examined the unconscious man lying on the ground.
The man looked to be around fifty or sixty years old, of medium height, extremely thin, with sunken eye sockets and cheeks, making his cheekbones appear particularly prominent.
His skin had the pallor of someone who hasn't seen daylight for a long time, almost bloodless, and combined with his skeletal frame, he truly embodied the phrase "skin and bones."
How did someone with such a frail body manage to move the stone coffin lid on a daily basis?
The more Zhu Yu looked, the more incredulous he felt. Reflecting on how the man had quickly escaped before them, it seemed even more puzzling.
"Fu Lu, make a trip to the town." Zhu Yu glanced at the nearby Fu Wen with reddened eyes, instructing Fu Lu, "This man is securely tied and was knocked out by you. He probably won't wake up anytime soon, so we can ignore him for now.
