"Pfft!" The black-robed man spat out another mouthful of blood, his body flew backward heavily, and he landed on the ground motionless.
"Is he dead?" Qing Shuang asked.
"I don't know," Luo Chen said, "but we should leave here first."
"Yes." Qing Shuang nodded.
The three helped the injured Mo Han out of the Imperial Kitchen.
"Mo Han, how are you?" Luo Chen asked.
"I'm fine," Mo Han said, "just a minor injury, a little rest will be enough."
"That's good." Luo Chen said, "Let's find a place to rest first, and then think of a way to find the other keys."
"Alright." Qing Shuang and Ling'er replied in unison.
The four found a hidden place to rest.
"How about this," Luo Chen said, "let's find a place to rest and discuss the next action plan. We'll move when it's light."
"Okay." Qing Shuang agreed, and the four found a hidden place to rest.
"Mo Han, are you okay?" Luo Chen asked.
"I'm fine," Mo Han said, "just a minor injury, a little rest will be enough."
