"How am I supposed to explain this to Lu Shuang?"
Ye Xiaofei sighed helplessly. With King Yama dead, trying to pry any clues from others was like trying to discuss a dream in a fantasy. Absolutely impossible.
He felt somewhat powerless. Death comes to all, and for some, that death is as weighty as Mount Tai, and for others, light as a feather. But King Yama's death was so insignificant it didn't even count as a feather.
"Xiao Fei, King Yama is dead?"
"What happened?"
At that moment, hearing the commotion, his brothers all hurried over and quickly asked.
"Yeah, if we take King Yama for a pacemaker surgery, he might still wake up."
Ye Xiaofei took a deep breath and spoke to his brothers, then he began to carry King Yama away.
"Huff huff."
However, just as he was walking outside, King Yama slowly opened his eyes, but his breath was extremely weak.
Closed Breath Skill.
