Could it be... this person is mute?
Zhu Yu and Lu Qing exchanged a glance, both having the same suspicion arise simultaneously in their minds.
The man made an incoherent sound from his throat, unable to free his hands, he could only look at Lu Qing and the others helplessly, almost on the verge of tears.
Such an expression on the face of a thin old man in his fifties with a grizzled beard was indeed strange, but considering that if he were mute, tying his hands now was tantamount to covering his mouth, he wouldn't be able to "speak" even if he wanted to.
What to do now?
Zhu Yu looked at Lu Qing with a bit of a dilemma, and Lu Qing likewise frowned, seemingly also conflicted. He looked at the four people on his side and then at the particularly gaunt old man with a grizzled beard, seemingly considering trying to communicate.
