Pei Qin was still hopping mad, cursing the Old Bald Donkey, "Old Bald Donkey! Hey! Don't think you are Buddha just because you look like one!"
After yelling for a while and seeing no response, she felt even more that something was off. Even Liang Bing, calling from the other side, got no response, which shocked Pei Qin, "Hey!? Old Bald Donkey! You wouldn't be dead, would you!?"
"Master Duxu!? Master Duxu!" Liang Bing called out twice, but getting no answer, he came over and started shaking him.
As he exerted force, Master Duxu's head drooped as his neck went limp, and he completely collapsed.
"Ah—" Liang Bing cried out in shock, stepping back repeatedly.
Pei Qian, Pei Wendong, and the others, who were amidst their crying and cursing, were also shocked and their expressions changed.
"What happened to the master?" Pei Wenli, startled, jumped up.
The crowd below was also immensely shocked, and they started crowding towards the stage.
Fang Fu hid the little boy in his arms.
