"Old man, what did you say?"
Yu Li doubted whether he had misheard.
The old man turned around: "I said, we've arrived."
Yu Li was startled by his sudden smile, and for some reason, chills ran down his spine.
"Old man, where is your house?"
"Right behind you."
Yu Li turned back. "Behind me? Did we pass it, or—"
Before he could finish speaking, the old man knocked him unconscious with a swift chop.
The old man's frail and feeble demeanor vanished. He straightened his back, emanating an aura of lethal intent. "Young man, on the road to the afterlife, don't drink Meng Po Soup. Remember how you died so you don't waste your next life trying to be a good person."
The old man hoisted the unconscious Yu Li onto his shoulder and leapt onto the rooftop with practiced Qinggong.
By the time Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan tracked the trail to this spot, the two had already vanished without a trace.