Chapitre 1840: Crisis!

San San immediately stood up, his expression changing several times.

Yu Jiu turned around to look at him. "Third Brother, what—what's going on? Didn't they say they wanted to apologize to you? What's this?"

San San stared at the heads with a solemn expression. "These should be the few people who caused trouble in the pharmacy previously… I didn't expect the apology Mo Yun mentioned to be their lives…"

Yu Jiu immediately remembered. "So it's them!"

He was also there that day, but the Black Sword Sect's people were all wearing black robes, and their faces were mostly covered by wide hoods. He didn't look carefully and didn't recognize them at first glance.

Looking at it again, it was indeed those people.

"Third Brother, what does the Black Sword Sect mean… Are they all so ruthless to their own people?" Yu Jiu frowned in disgust and closed the wooden box.

However, the air was still filled with the faint smell of blood and decay.