The million-year-old soul apparently knew something but did not want to talk about it under these circumstances, and so Ye Qingyu felt it inappropriate to question further.

He called for Hu Bugui and the silly dog, saying, “Let’s go. There’s nothing else here, we have to keep moving.”

A dispirited-looking Hu Bugui and the silly dog both nodded their heads.

“That’s right, this pile of caskets holds no treasure. We’ve lost time and have to hurry.”

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