Chen Yougui froze, then scrambled to his knees:
"Please, Hero Fang, spare my life! I…"
Before he could finish, Fang Shuwen pressed a finger to the spot between his eyebrows.
Chen Yougui fell to the ground, dead, without so much as a grunt.
Everyone on the ship he'd brought was dead. How could he be spared?
The Yellow Springs Road wasn't far off. If he hurried, Chen Yougui could still catch up to them.
"Let's go."
Fang Shuwen turned and left the Island Master's manor with Luo Shuqing and the others.
Behind them, Nanny Liu and the other servants trembled like leaves. Only after Fang Shuwen's figure had vanished did the group exchange glances of dismay.
Someone approached Chen Yougui's body to check. After feeling for a breath under his nose, they spoke in a strained voice:
"He's… he's really dead."
"Nanny Liu, what should we do?"
The Island Master had fled, leaving only them—the maids and servants, most of whom were women. For a moment, they were all at a complete loss.
