"Holy indeed!"
When Yuan Zhao returned to the rundown repair shop they were temporarily sheltering in, carrying several bulging bags of materials and the "loot" dropped by the roadside "mobs," he heard an ear-splitting shout.
So familiar.
In the alley untouched by neon light, before the dim, blurry doorway, several hunched figures in black robes were kneeling on the ground, clutching Huai Shi's hand and babbling ecstatically about something. When they noticed the approaching footsteps, they suddenly turned around, beastlike ferocity gleaming beneath their hoods.
Like snarling guard dogs, they stared straight at him.
Huai Shi smiled, patted one of them on the shoulder, then lowered his head and said something to them. The group withdrew their gazes, quickly left behind a bag, retreated several steps, then turned and hurried away.
Their footsteps were swift.
Leaving Yuan Zhao standing there in bewilderment, watching their departing backs.
"Who were those people?"
"Mm, probably a few generous and faithful righteous people." Huai Shi looked in the direction they had gone, reluctant to let them leave. "Thanks to them, I've received quite a bit of information these past few days. They've also let me witness a long-lost faith in this world."
He thought for a moment and sighed sentimentally. "It really was, mm, enough to bring tears to one's eyes."
Like hell I believe that.
Yuan Zhao rolled his eyes and tossed the things into Huai Shi's arms.
Huai Shi did not hurry to inspect them. Instead, he suddenly asked, "Are you free tonight?"
He said, "Shall we go for a walk?"
Yuan Zhao froze. "I..."
"Go for a walk?"
Huai Shi interrupted him and repeated himself.
Go by yourself. Don't drag me along. Who knows what underworld nonsense you're planning this time!
Yuan Zhao had intended to say exactly that, but when