"Master, it was divine punishment! The Third Master died by divine punishment!"
The surviving members of the household were all kneeling on the ground, their voices full of despair and exhaustion.
Mu Wang's face was an iron blue; he simply did not believe it was divine punishment.
Clinging tightly to the charred body of his younger brother, he said word by word, "Investigate this for me!!!"
Heavy troops were deployed.
Mu Wang's face looked incredibly grim.
Everyone around him had already dispersed.
All that was left was for him to take care of his younger brother's body himself.
"Was it him?"
Mu Wang suddenly spoke out.
A figure from the shadows behind him knelt on one knee: "Your subordinate has confirmed that the ship has already left Jiangnan. The round trip takes at least half an hour; during this time... he couldn't have done this."
Mu Wang knew that even he could not travel that distance back and forth in half an hour.
