Thinking about how Xia Zhixing somehow found out that they were the ones who killed the celestial lord, Du Yue had a bad feeling. Du Yue's expression was solemn, and she did not speak for a long time. He Xing reached out and patted her shoulder gently. "Don't worry. If she really has bad intentions, I'll find a chance to get rid of her. The dead are the most tight-lipped, and she won't follow us anymore."
Du Yue nodded. "That's the only way."
If Xia Zhixing got close to them again, Du Yue would kill her herself without He Xing's help.
He Xing hugged Du Yue and walked into the house. "Did you check the house? Yes, there's no problem with it. Don't worry about it."
"That's good. I paid for the utility fees in advance just now. The electricity bill is quite cheap, but the water bill is a little expensive." Du Yue was not surprised at all when He Xing said that the water bill was expensive.