"Thank you, Master Shen, let me go first. Alas, I am surnamed Wang, I live in Yongding Square, Iron Hat Alley. Although my life was poor, it was relatively peaceful. Two nights ago, I was fishing on the Golden Light River in the city when I encountered several black-robed men, sneaking around doing who knows what. One of them waved his hand at me, and just like that, I died," the old man said, sighing heavily.
"Black-robed men? Did they have any distinguishing features?" Shen Luo asked eagerly, surprised to discover a critical point from the first person he questioned.
"At that time, I had no chance to see clearly before knowing nothing, I didn't notice anything," the old man shook his head.
A trace of regret flashed in Shen Luo's eyes as he turned to the others.
"Immortal Master, my name is Wang Daqiu. I am a kitchen helper from Qizhen Square in Chang'an City. I was killed by a fox demon during the celebration, I didn't see any black-robed men," another burly man said.