Though Luo Tianhe and Yuan Shanyuan had acted quickly, they were still a step behind the fatty. The mirror had been flipped onto the road. After snatching it, the fatty immediately wrapped it in red cloth and stuffed it into his arms.

Luo Tianhe was furious at the sight. He needed the mirror not for Jiang Cheng and the others, but mainly to deal with the upcoming Blood Corpse Tomb, and Yuan Shanyuan, who might turn against them at any moment.

Compared to people like Jiang Cheng and the fatty, Bai Yu, as a ghost, was the biggest variable in the team.

"Young friend Wang, you only know one aspect of that mirror, not the other. While the mirror does have the effect of deterring ghosts, it is surrounded by ominous baleful aura and needs to be sealed using specific methods." Yuan Shanyuan was full of benevolence and morality, acting as if he was doing it for their own good. "This line of work is deep, and you are too young to handle it. Please hand it over to me for safekeeping."

Luo Tianhe almost vomited upon hearing this. He thought to himself that Yuan Shanyuan was indeed an old fox, playing the role of a wise man while shamelessly using lies to deceive people.

Jiang Cheng naturally declined Yuan Shanyuan's kindness, saying there was no need to worry, they could handle it.

The group returned to Wolong Town in this unpleasant atmosphere.

It was still early before dawn, and the town was very quiet. The shops on the street were closed, and the dark windows looked like pairs of malicious eyes, coveting the living walking on the street, forming a stark contrast to the bustle of the daytime.

Vaguely, a sense of unease arose in everyone's hearts.

As they approached the Wu mansion, suddenly, a figure darted out from an alleyway on the corner of the street. The figure was extremely fast, and its target was clear: the fatty in the middle of the group.

Yao Shunyu reacted quickly and immediately stood in front of the fatty. In the next second, he pinned the figure to the ground. Yao Shunyu himself didn't expect the other party to be so vulnerable.

"It's you?"

After seeing the person's face clearly, the fatty and the others were all stunned. It was the newspaper-selling boy.

At this moment, the boy was pinned to the ground by Yao Shunyu, still struggling, trying his best to turn his face towards the fatty. "Fat brother, don't go back! Something happened in the Wu mansion!"

"Someone died, they were killed, not just one person! I saw it with my own eyes. I stayed here to wait for you. Don't go back!"

The newspaper-selling boy also knew what was appropriate, and although his voice was urgent, it was clear that he was deliberately controlling its volume.

"Quick, let him go," the fatty urged.

As soon as Yao Shunyu released him, the boy rushed to the fatty's side, grabbing his clothes with an anxious expression. He still had the old satchel on his back, filled with newspapers. It seemed to be all his possessions.

After observing that they had not attracted attention, the group immediately changed their route and retreated to a quiet alleyway a hundred meters away from the Wu mansion. Here, the boy finally caught his breath and explained what he knew.

It turned out that the boy had been sleeping in a dilapidated temple not far from the town entrance with other homeless children. Tonight, he was awakened in the middle of the night by a "clip-clop" sound, a dull sound like the sound of horses' hooves. He and a few curious children went out to see, and the sight was shocking. A team of horsemen, about twenty or so, was heading towards Wolong Town.

Among the children with him was one who was slightly older and more experienced. After seeing the group clearly, he almost cried out in fear, telling them to run, that they were bandits from the surrounding area.

The boy didn't understand, but he was still very scared. He hurriedly asked how he knew they were bandits, since it was dark and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

The person pointed it out to him and the other children, trembling, saying, have you ever seen a normal merchant team traveling at night without lights? Also, these people all have long cloth bags on their backs. Those aren't goods, they're weapons. Because the weapons reflect in the moonlight, they're wrapped in cloth. Finally, and most importantly, don't you think the sound of this team's hooves is particularly muffled?

The boy had indeed noticed this. It was so quiet at night, and if he hadn't been a light sleeper and so close, he might not have been awakened by the sound of hooves. The sound of this team's hooves was indeed strange.

"That's because the horses' hooves are wrapped in cloth! If they weren't feeling guilty, why would they do that?"

As the last sentence was spoken, the children panicked. The older child continued to warn them that these bandits made a living by robbing and killing, plundering the wealthy. The government had come to encircle them several times, but they had all escaped. They must be up to no good in this town today. If... if they were discovered, they would all die.

After the bandits had gone far away, the children scattered and fled. The newspaper-selling boy had also intended to leave with the other children to avoid the danger, but he suddenly remembered that the fatty and the others were still in the town.

The bandits coming to the town was definitely not a good thing, and the wealthy merchants in the town would be the first to be targeted. The Wu family, who had made their fortune in medicinal herbs, was naturally the first choice. The boy knew that the fatty and the others were staying in the Wu family's mansion. Thinking of this, he hardened his heart and didn't leave, cautiously following behind the team, wanting to find a chance to sneak into the Wu mansion to warn the fatty.

But what he didn't expect was that the bandits were much faster than he thought. After a brief rest outside the town, they left two people to watch the horses, and the remaining twenty people sneaked into the town under the cover of darkness.

They had a clear target. The group went straight to the Wu mansion, and to the boy's surprise, after the leading bandit stepped forward and knocked on the mansion gate a few times, the Wu mansion gate creaked open from the inside, and then twenty or so bandits swarmed in.

"Inside and outside collusion, there's a traitor in the mansion!"

The fatty hated those who were ungrateful and betrayed their friends the most. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat for the people in the Wu mansion, especially the Second Young Master and Lai Fu. He wondered how they were now.

"Not long after these people entered the mansion, there were a few screams, but they quickly stopped. I was worried, so I searched along the Wu mansion wall and finally found a very short hole. I tried it and could just barely squeeze through. After going in, I hid behind a rockery, and... and I happened to see those bandits hacking and killing the people in the Wu mansion. First, they gagged their mouths, then made them kneel against the wall in a row, and used knives to cut off... cut off their heads. There were seven or eight people, all killed by them, their heads falling to the side."

"Was the Wu family's Second Young Master among the dead people? A young man wearing very fancy clothes, good-looking, with very white skin, but very weak, needing someone to support him when walking, about... about twenty years old."

Listening to the fatty's description, everyone became nervous.