"Ah..."
"This little girl... is afraid of the dark."
The night was profoundly deep as Lu Caiying snapped out of his daze and lowered his gaze to search for a lantern.
The only sound in his ears was the increasingly rapid beat of his own heart.
But he couldn't see,
that Miss Shen's face was ghastly pale, resembling that of a corpse.
She wore a silent smile, with corpse spots emerging at the corners of her mouth...
...
Outside the inn's entrance, two distant silhouettes—one tall, one short—approached along the night road.
The few armed guards immediately grew alert, each instinctively reaching toward their weapons, while Du Sheng—his eyelids half-closed—was repeatedly tapped on the shoulder by the person next to him, prompting him to turn around.
