"I know someone who might be able to help you, Uncle, but I'm not sure if he's willing to," Qin Zhuzhu said, still scrolling through the evidence against Bai Qianhua.
"Who is it?" Song Muci's eyes brightened with interest.
"Peixuan Ruxi, the King of the Underworld."
"That guy... But I've heard he's very hard to meet, let alone talk to," Song Muci stomped his foot in frustration.
Then he looked up at his niece, his eyes glimmering with a mischievous smile.
"You're familiar with him, right?" He took his niece's hands and put on a pitiful, pleading look, as if he were a child.
Qin Zhuzhu's eyes widened. "Uhh?"
In the end, Qin Zhuzhu couldn't resist her uncle's pleading and decided to help him.
"As for your grandfather, I found out that he left something for you," he handed her two keys with numbers and letters engraved on them.
"I think they open a locker or a safe," he added.
