Hearing this, Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
"Where is the Safe Passage?"
"I don't know. It only exists in theory, but you'll have to find its exact location in the maze yourself."
"...Fine."
An Qingyu slowly rose from beside the stone table. "Next, it's my turn."
"Where do you want to go?"
Lin Qiye naturally would not go back on his word. But if An Qingyu wanted to go somewhere crowded, or somewhere involving Night Watchmen secrets, he definitely would not agree.
Yet An Qingyu's answer left him standing there in a daze.
"...Erhai Lake."
A county town near the mountains.
In a small roadside restaurant, several tables had been pushed together. More than a dozen people sat around them, with over a hundred empty plates stacked high nearby.
"Brother Fang Mo, I'm hungry~" One chubby boy licked the last drop of grease off the plate in his hand and turned to speak pitifully.
Fang Mo: ...
"Boss, another five plates of braised pork! Six plates of chicken stew! Add another seventeen portions of abalone... no, eighteen!" Fang Mo shouted through gritted teeth.
"???"
The apron-clad owner emerged from the kitchen, drenched in sweat, with an expression as though he had seen a ghost.
"You still want more? There's nothing left... There really isn't anything left this time!"
"The braised pork or the chicken stew?"
"Neither!" the owner said through clenched teeth. "I sold you all the meat I'd stocked up for days! Three chefs have already collapsed from exhaustion! My little restaurant really has nothing left for you to eat! Please, just leave... I'll give you a twenty percent discount, okay?"
Fang Mo glanced back at the chubby boy, who had one hand on his belly and still looked unsatisfied... Left with no choice, he took out his phone