"Something's wrong!"
Du Ol'Dog was startled, hurriedly looking around.
Raindrops pattered down, the surroundings shrouded in fog, hard to see clearly.
Vaguely, he saw someone sitting on the ground not far away, leaning against the railing.
"Damn it, asleep?"
Du Ol'Dog cursed inwardly, this group of fools, are they truly unafraid of Young Master Ling's wrath and murder?
He quickly stepped forward, shouting curses: "Yongqiang has returned, are you all daring enough to be lazy and sleep now."
"Don't you know Young Master Ling's temper?"
He swiftly approached one of them, reaching out to push the person.
With just this push, that person suddenly fell straight onto the ground with a thud.
Du Ol'Dog's scalp instantly went numb, a chill surged through his heart.
"Dead...dead?"
At that moment, a Bone Saber extended from the fog, pressing against Du Ol'Dog's neck.
"Hehe, Old Du, sorry about this."
In the mist, Du Ol'Dog saw a familiar face, his eyes widening instantly.
