"I don't know either." Murong Yu stretched his neck and looked ahead. Wei Mingxuan has always been a punctual person, why was he late this time? It doesn't take so long to buy some dry food.
"How about we get on the carriage and wait!" Murong Ge was too tired to stand and couldn't bear it.
"Yeah, okay!" Murong Yu nodded and helped his sister get on the carriage. When he was about to get on the carriage, a white figure ran over from a distance.
Murong Yu turned his head and saw Wei Mingxuan standing next to him, panting heavily. He was running so fast that he was covered in sweat and his back was soaked.
"Why does it take you so long to buy something? Look at you, you don't need to be in such a hurry to get back, you're already sweating profusely." Murong Yu said as he took out the handkerchief from his waist and was about to wipe his forehead.
He was sweating, but he grabbed his hands.
"Get in the car first!" He said and pulled him into the carriage.
Murong Yu felt that his expression seemed a little nervous, and he had a vague premonition that something was about to happen. He asked uneasily: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Hearing his sister's question, Murong Ge also put his head forward: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Wei Mingxuan's expression was complicated, and a drop of sweat fell from his forehead to the palm of his hand. He hesitated for a moment, and then said a shocking news in a low voice: "Master Wei, he is dead!"