The Five Shadows Daoist?
Even the well-traveled Xu Qing couldn't help but gasp. According to the traditions of the Celestial Master's Mansion, each shadow represents a life taken. That fat Daoist must have at least four lives on his hands, all close relatives.
"What are Zuo Zixiong and the people from the Celestial Master's Mansion doing here?"
Xu Qing put away the treasure mirror, whistled, and immediately several crows flew in from afar, landing in front of him.
These crows often eavesdropped at the academy, understanding human speech and were very clever. After Xu Qing gave them a few instructions, they flew off in the direction the Five Shadows Daoist had left.
"Are those crows raised by Brother Xu?"
Liu Su'e was full of curiosity.
"Crows are harbingers of death; it's only natural for us in the Funeral House to raise some!"
As they approached Underground Street, a yellow weasel scurried up to Xu Qing, chattering away while gesturing with its little hands.