After driving away the little ghost, Mu Yunchu no longer found it necessary to stay.
The two of them tacitly didn't mention the incident just now. Although the hour was late, Mu Yunchu had things to do.
She silently returned to her room, fully aware that now was not a good time.
But if she missed this opportunity, who knows when the next chance would come, so she had to try.
...
In the pouring rain, above the mass grave south of the city, the sky was churned with purple-black clouds, like a giant shroud covering the horizon.
Mu Yunchu didn't use an umbrella, but the rain above her head seemed to meet some resistance, naturally splitting to both sides.
After walking for ten minutes, she was completely untouched by the rain, not even a speck of mud on her pants.
Mu Yunchu gripped the bronze compass tightly; the Eight Diagrams on its surface glowed faintly red, casting an eerie light on her pale face.
