Mo Mo had asked Lu Yiyun to bring him some of her father Lu Hai's blood late at night solely to avoid trouble—but he had never expected anyone to approach this place in such awful weather, at such a late hour.
The footsteps were hurried and heavy, nothing like those of someone trained in martial arts... They belonged to an ordinary person.
If someone caught him in the middle of the night with a young woman in a place like this, there would be no clearing his name—never mind that he had dyed his hair blond a few years ago; at heart, he was a Daoist priest.
He covered the young girl's mouth and pulled her into a corner of the woodshed, hiding her there. He also took away her umbrella, then struck out with his palm, sending a gust of air that lifted the dust inside the shed and spread it over the water stains... He did everything in one smooth motion without making the slightest sound.
Mo Mo was very pleased with his reaction.
"Sorry about this. Bear with it for a while."
Even so, Mo Mo did his best not to let his body touch hers in the cramped space.
The door opened, and someone walked in... It was a middle-aged man. After entering, the man took off his raincoat with a gloomy expression. He then deftly felt around in the corner of the woodshed, pulled out an Oil Lamp, and lit it.
After that, the man sat down, lit a cigarette, and began smoking.
By the light of the lamp, the young girl and Mo Mo could also see the man clearly... The young girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she recognized his identity.
"You know this person?"
The voice sounded right beside the young