The next day.
After breakfast, the long street had already returned to its usual bustle.
There weren't many tourists on the street; business hadn't started early in the morning, so a few vendors gathered together to chat.
A vendor selling tourist souvenirs shook his head and sighed, "How could such a great master just be burned to death like that."
"Living alone is still unsafe. Someone as skilled as Master Huang couldn't even detect a fire in his house, burning both himself and the house down."
"So pitiful, it seems next year's Nuoxi parade will need a new participant."
...
After they finished speaking, they dispersed in pairs.
Inside the hotel, standing before the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Qin Luo withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at the photo of six people still on the table.
"So Huang Mingzhuo admitted that those six bodies were refined by him?" Qin Luo asked.
