The basement was very quiet.
They walked in and sat there.
Elder Ouyang was sitting on his bed with his eyes closed, as if he didn't know they were here.
"Old man." Wang Xiong was the first to speak. He sat on the chair and looked at elder Ouyang who was on the bed.
After not seeing him for a while, elder Ouyang had become so thin that only his bones were left. Perhaps it was because he had failed, or perhaps it was because he had suffered. No matter what the reason was, it was not something they wanted to see.
"Mo Yancheng is dead? You're here to question me?" Elder Ouyang said sarcastically. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his "old friends". His gaze landed on Ouyang.
His eyes swept over Ouyang's body, but he did not stop for long.
