Today, Qirui Garden was closed for business. Liu Qirui had long cleared out all the unrelated people. The few people who could still stay in the theater could be trusted.
Yu Niaoniao asked, "Is everything ready?"
Liu Sixing quickly replied, "I'm ready. Look!"
Yu Niaoniao looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a dark coffin in the backyard.
Liu Qirui stood beside the coffin with his three disciples. They were all dressed in mourning clothes, looking like they were about to mourn.
In order to make their performance more realistic, they had even smoked their eyes with chili in advance. Now their eyes were red and swollen. They looked like they had cried out of grief.
Liu Sixing pushed open the coffin lid. "Time is limited and I can't custom-make a coffin. I can only ask you to make do first."
Seeing this scene, Xiao Juan already understood that they planned to disguise themselves as a funeral procession and sneak out of the city.
