"Using one's own method against them..."
The 'Sikong Hua Ji' pondered for a moment, then smiled:
"Young people think quickly. Leaving behind these eight characters, 'using one's own method against them', is just right.
"Time is short, go quickly and return quickly."
"Yes..."
The hall master responded and stood up, going to get his night clothes.
Meanwhile, on the beam, Su Mo slightly furrowed his brows.
From the conversation between this father and son, it seemed that Elder Zhou was killed by this hall master.
Peeling the skin and discarding the body afterward were all his doing.
This was neither Dongmen Yong's method nor Jianghu people seeking revenge on Sikong Hua Ji.
It was a play directed by this father and son.
After a brief contemplation, Su Mo seemed to understand somewhat.
While Su Mo was somewhat understanding, Hua Shiyi was completely dumbfounded.
Totally unable to comprehend.
