Mu Bai nonchalantly hooked his thin lips, "As long as Mu Qian is taken out tonight, I'll turn over all the firearms to you."
After a brief conversation, the two quickly caught up with the crowd.
At this moment, An Ying had arrived at the ancestral graves with a few exceptionally skilled men. Bu Yu immediately approached them excitedly upon their arrival, while Anjing quietly wagged his tail.
"Master, we are late."
An Ying bowed slightly and then hurriedly helped Mu Qian to his feet. Suddenly, blood gushed from Mu Qian's throat and splattered on the ground, causing everyone's faces to drastically change.
Someone examined the blood on the ground and said in a heavy voice, "The master has been poisoned."
An Ying clenched his fists tightly, a bloodthirsty ferocity emanating from him. Mu Qian's hoarse, deep voice sounded in his ear, "Let's leave this place first, someone is coming."
The group quickly descended the mountain with Mu Qian from the other side.
