"Mr. Liu Zhenyu, my apologies for the interruption,"
After lighting the incense without showing any emotion, Xiao Mu signaled to Qing Songzi and began to excuse himself from Liu Zhenyu's house.
"Mr. Mu, have you found something?"
As soon as they left the Liu Family house, Qing Songzi eagerly asked Xiao Mu.
"Indeed, I have found something."
Xiao Mu's face was solemn, "Mr. Qing Songzi, Liu Zhenyu's father, his Yin spirit, seems to have been imprisoned."
"Imprisoned? The Yin spirit is imprisoned? Is it the work of an evil ghost? Why imprison the Yin spirit of Liu Futian?"
Qing Songzi was alarmed at these words and hastily asked.
Xiao Mu said: "I think, perhaps, it's for the paper horses and paper carriages."
"Paper horses and paper carriages?"
