Curfew

"Tch!"

"Zhang Weiguo, you're spouting nonsense again."

"My dharma name is Supreme Master, Supreme Above All. For short, Master!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, pushed open the warehouse door, found a spot, and went right back to sleep.

Liu Di stood there blankly.

As far as he knew, some vegetative patients with brain disorders had a certain chance of suffering mental problems before falling unconscious.

"Big brother."

"You rest here tonight. I still need to go back and report on today's guiding work. See you tomorrow."

With that, the White Robe Immortal climbed onto his tricycle and sped off into the twilight.

Liu Di followed the short-haired girl into the warehouse.

There was nothing inside that resembled a human home.

Worn sandbags and discarded iron barrels lay scattered everywhere.

"Find somewhere to sleep for the night."

After giving Liu Di those instructions, the short-haired girl carried her bamboo basket to a corner of the warehouse.

Liu Di saw clearly.

Using a hoe, she dug a large pit into the ground by the wall. Inside were dozens of glittering spiritual power glass spheres.

The short-haired girl carefully took out the Thousand-year Ginseng Liu Di had given her, plucked down the glass spheres one by one, placed them in the pit, and carefully buried them.

Liu Di was puzzled.

Rather than eating those glass spheres, she had chosen to store them?

A moment later.

After finishing everything, the short-haired girl came back to Liu Di, casually sat on a sandbag, and said, "I'll keep you company for a while. You just arrived in this world. Do you feel lost and helpless?"

The girl looked at Liu Di. No matter how dirty her cheeks were, they could never conceal her watery, exceptionally clear eyes.

She said, "Ask me anything you want."

Liu