Two greedy-looking maidservants led a man and a woman out. The man's gaze was dull, as if soulless, and this person was indeed Luo Huaisong's foolish "son."
Gu Shanhai glanced at the other party and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. When he had seen him before, although he was not quite up to par in terms of Spiritual Intelligence, he was still lively, like a one or two-year-old child. But now upon meeting again, only a shell was left, one that could be manipulated at will.
Luo Huaisong also emerged from the rear residence, his expression dark and shadowy, looking like he had retained his own consciousness but seemed to be out of control.
Gu Nei Zhenren was nowhere to be found, perhaps dead somewhere.
Actually, Gu Shanhai understood that this was part of the ritual, especially after he had learned the truth through Yue Niang, becoming more certain of it.
"The homage to heaven and earth!" A sharp voice came again.
