The troupe's leader and the others looked at Lai Xiaowu's dying state. They spat on him and left.
He still had to rush back and think of a way to save his subordinates. The only person he couldn't save was Zhu Yuhuan.
She was the main culprit. In short, Zhu Yuhuan was definitely the murderer.
Zhu Yuhuan had been their main actress for many years and was no longer attractive. They could always find a young and beautiful new actress.
And just like that, Zhu Yuhuan was given up so easily.
Of course, this was no longer Lin Yuelan's business.
The darkness of the night was like a deep abyss as if it could swallow everything. It made a whoosh sound, making people feel frightened and uneasy.
Lin Yuelan rode on little white and entered the small temple.
Standing at the entrance of the small temple, she looked inside and saw that it was in a state of tatters, dirty and messy. A curled-up figure was crying.
