Torrey carried a lantern as he led the way through the passage at the bottom of the ancient well, dark and damp.
"...Come to think of it, Lord Xiao Luo, who are these two?"
He looked curiously and doubtfully at Wen Duo and Xiao Yao, this combination of an uncle and a young girl—especially since Xiao Yao's eyes were still red, as if she were afraid no one would know that she had shed tears in grievance.
"I'm the young master's guard! Brother Torrey, you can just call me Old Wen!"
"Oh... As expected of Lord Xiao Luo. Sure enough, he's from a wealthy and prominent family." Torrey nodded. He had long sensed that Lord Xiao Luo came from an extraordinary background, so he was not too surprised.
"I was captured by them! They wanted to bully me!"
"Oh... As expected of Lord Xiao Luo. He sure has plenty of tricks up his sleeve." Torrey nodded again, and that was the end of it... What else could he say?
Xiao Yao was, of course, furious.
But Wen Duo reached behind him and produced a ginseng root of unknown age, stuffing it into her mouth. Most of her anger vanished at once.
He had completed quite a few Bounty Orders over the past few days, and the rewards had been generous. He was practically rolling in money now.
"By the way, I heard the Faceless Ghost has a rule: one face for one face. Is that right?" Lord Xiao Luo suddenly asked.
Xiao Yao and Wen Duo both perked up their ears.
Torrey shrugged. "There is such a rule, but that's just a rumor spread by outsiders... A Gui saw that the rumor seemed to be helping his reputation, so he never came out to deny it."
"Isn't that true?" Xiao