Qin Yingjun could hardly believe his ears. His face turned even paler, and his legs began to tremble slightly. He paced in place and muttered, "How, how could this happen? Master Xia Xin, you must be trying to scare me, right?"
He looked at Xia Xin hopefully, hoping that Xia Xin would tell him that this was all fake.
Xia Xin looked serious, harboring some doubts himself. He would rather believe he was mistaken.
But...
No matter how many times he checked, the Lifefire on Qin Yingjun was still very weak.
None of this was fake.
Xia Xin found it difficult to speak.
Seeing Xia Xin's silence, Qin Yingjun understood. He felt a chill throughout his body, unable to sense any warmth in the funeral home. He shivered as he mumbled, "How could this be? I haven't gone anywhere in the past few days. Could it really be Wen Mao?"
He suddenly looked at Xia Xin, his eyes full of fear.
"Is it really Wen Mao? Could it be Wen Mao?"
