By this time, Lin Dong had already returned to Qing Shan observatory.
He came back at half past seven.
He kept the promise he made before setting out, to return by eight o'clock to have the New Year's Eve dinner.
The New Year's Eve dinner was ready. Bai Jue had prepared six dishes, Qiao Bing three, and Tang Mu two, bringing the total to eleven dishes, a full table.
After Lin Dong came back, everyone was overjoyed.
Tang Mu then ran over and asked, "Lin Dong, did you win?"
Lin Dong nodded, "I killed the Corpse King."
"What about my parents?" Tang Mu asked nervously.
Lin Dong sighed and said, "The Corpse King said that your parents were killed by him long ago."
"What..." Tang Mu's face turned pale, and she staggered backward, nearly fainting.
Qiao Bing quickly supported her.
Lin Dong sighed, unsure how to comfort her.
Tang Mu's face was extremely pale; anyone who received news of their parents' death on New Year's Eve would react the same way.
