Xiao Lingqiu, standing to the side, thought of the strange adventures he had once experienced with Jiang Shouzhong. He instinctively looked toward the sky and murmured, "Could it be… they've gone up to the heavens again?"
The heavens?
Everyone froze in astonishment.
At this moment, Jiang Que dragged out Housekeeper Wang, who was drenched in blood, from who knows where and hurled him to the ground. Her voice was icy as she demanded, "Speak! What is going on here?"
Housekeeper Wang's body, already covered in wounds, landed with a thud like a broken sack. He grimaced and winced in pain, his face filled with terror while half of it was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
Faced with Jiang Que's sharp, commanding voice, a shudder ran through Housekeeper Wang.
There was an almost primal fear in his bones toward this seemingly delicate young girl. His lips quivered, and he stammered in a trembling voice, "I… I really don't know. This… this must be the master's doing."
