"When would these days ever come to an end, Brother Mu..."
He had only taken a few steps when that familiar grumbling rang beside Chu Mu's ear.
"Enough. My ears have grown calluses from hearing that!"
Chu Mu glanced at Xu Yuan, who had already appeared at his side, and snapped irritably.
He really was not exaggerating at all. However many days he had spent recovering from his injuries was exactly how many days he had listened to this sort of complaining.
"Brother Mu, of course you're free and easy, recuperating at home every day. But me? I'm stuck in that dungeon day and night, keeping that old bastard's corpse company..."
"Oh? Now you've changed to calling him old bastard?"
Chu Mu teased, "Weren't you calling him 'old elder' so warmly before?"
Xu Yuan looked like he was about to lose it. "These days, even in my dreams, I'm circling around that old bastard..."
"If this keeps up, I really am going to go mad!"
"Complaining to me won't help."
Chu Mu waved a hand. "I'm not from Qili Village. How would I know what they're trying to do?"
"Maybe they ran off long ago..."
Though he said that, a trace of doubt had clearly appeared on Chu Mu's face.
After all, what he had seen with his own eyes that night could not have been fake, right?
Chu Mu subconsciously swept his gaze around. People came and went on the street, and most of them were familiar faces. During the half month and more he had spent resting, he had wandered through these streets in his free time every day, yet he had not discovered anything unusual.
They came over to investigate, thought it was too dangerous, and so slipped away?
Chu Mu thought of that somewhat absurd possibility,