"But if you lose, you must tell the truth—whether the Lu family owes you silver, or you've committed a crime, murdered Lu Chunsheng, and stolen the Lu family's silver."
As Xu Qing's words fell, the crowd erupted.
Lai Yong felt terrified; his act of killing Lu Chunsheng was extremely discreet. Lu Chunsheng, being a Corpse Craftsman, often traversed cliffs, and if he fell, no one would suspect he was pushed. Why did this Funeral Master seem to know all the insider information?
"Who wants to bet with you? Whether Lu Chunsheng is dead or alive, what's it got to do with me? I think you're trying to help the Lu family dodge the ten taels of silver and are deliberately framing me!"
Xu Qing held up the silver with his hand, speaking calmly, "I was just making an analogy, why are you so anxious? If you truly have a clear conscience, why not dare to bet with me?"