"Alright, you guys go ahead, I'll change the bedding and then head over."
Nan Yuesheng carried the bag out, not bringing along any of Xu Mohan's subordinates because it was so close by.
Xu Mohan took clean bedding out of the cabinet and started changing it.
When he had finished and reached Yu Bei's home, his phone kept ringing nonstop. Seeing it was a call from Nan Yuesheng, he thought he was almost there and didn't answer.
Just as he was nearing the hot spring pool, he heard Nan Yuesheng's cries. A bad feeling hit him, and he rushed over.
He ran into Tang Qingli who was about to come out.
"What happened?"
"The young master drowned."
Xu Mohan rushed over to find Xu Zhuozheng lying on a bench, showing no signs of life.
Without waiting for Nan Yuesheng to speak, he headed straight to the underworld.
His anxiety could be imagined.
Upon reaching the underworld, he couldn't find Xu Zhuozheng's soul, which made him even more frantic, and he went to seek out the Netherworld King.
