"What fucking rotten luck."
After escaping with his life and parting ways with Vardani, Luo Mo returned to the Nanyang Grand Hotel.
He'd seen ghosts!
He really had seen ghosts today!
Five people had gone out on patrol, and three had died...
Strictly speaking.
Three had gone missing.
But under those circumstances, was there any difference between going missing and dying?
Those three had been full of themselves when they set out. As longtime members and veterans, they hadn't thought anything of him.
Yet they'd gone to hell before he did.
What a joke.
"I can't go to Lion Street anymore."
"No."
"That's not right."
"I can't go to the Yellow Rice District anymore, either."
Luo Mo was badly shaken, walking back in a daze.
The streets were deserted.
The light was dim.
He kept worrying that a dead person would suddenly emerge from some corner and beckon to him.
Only after he entered the hotel lobby, saw guests coming and going, and smelled coffee and butter did Luo Mo finally feel alive again.
"Thank God."
"I'm back."
The moment he entered.
He saw his buddy sitting on a sofa toward the back of the lobby.
Smoking at his leisure.
"Oh."
"My dear brother Luo Mo, it's so dangerous outside. What were you doing out so early?"
His buddy smiled as soon as he saw Luo Mo.
"Watu."
"Something happened."
"The Black Market dealer I did business with last night is dead."
Luo Mo got straight to the point.
He left out the part about joining the Stone of the Evil Day, saying only that he'd gone to Lion Street on an errand and found something deeply eerie going on there.
And outside a bakery.
The Black Market dealer who'd sold him an amulet last night.
Had already become a