"How long have the officials been here?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
"More than an hour!" the vendor said.
"Looks like the Gu Master didn't go to the Flying Cloud Restaurant," Su Xiaoxiao said.
"Seventh Young Madam! Seventh Young Madam…"
The coachman covered the wound on the top of his head and stumbled over.
"Ah Fu!" Su Xiaoxiao looked at his wound. "Let me take a look."
The coachman endured the pain and shook his head. "I'm fine. It's just a superficial wound. Don't worry about me… Hurry up and save the young masters… The carriage has been snatched. There are three of them… They went that way…"
Su Xiaoxiao and Ghostfear rushed to the event location in the direction the coachman pointed, but they only saw an empty carriage, two cold corpses lying in a pool of blood, and a pool of blood not far away.
