I Only Sell Murder Houses

When Lu Yihao regained consciousness, his face was filled with confusion.

Fortunately, his mind remained relatively clear, and he recognized me immediately.

“You’re… the Master…”

He did not know my name, but his manner toward me was incomparably respectful now.

Tears began flowing the moment he spoke. “Save me… Master, please, save me…”

Su Yi’s expression darkened, and his fists clenched.

I told him not to speak, then asked Lu Yihao, “Do you know you’re about to die?”

Lu Yihao remained silent, but his tears flowed even harder. He clearly understood his condition.

“If we don’t save you, you won’t survive.”