The Two of Us, Brothers

"Qing Feng, Ming Yue!"

Xiao Ran remembered the two chubby flesh puppets who were always at Yinshan Daoist's side.

"Right. I don't know the exact reason, but I remember them having a particularly nasty argument once. Dungui used those two chubby fellows to threaten Yinshan Daoist."

Mo Ju narrowed her eyes as she recalled the scene. Yinshan Daoist had been glaring furiously, looking ready to fight, but when Dungui held a knife to Qing Feng and Ming Yue's heads, Yinshan Daoist's face twitched. He forced the words out through clenched teeth: "We're all brothers here. Why resort to knives and guns?"

"Those two chubby fellows must be Yinshan Daoist's weak spot. Rather than go to the trouble of killing Yinshan Daoist, you should take them out first. Then Yinshan Daoist will have only two choices: either he'll come at you in a rage, or he'll be severely wounded and weakened. Maybe both. Either way, it'll work greatly to your advantage."

Xiao Ran found Mo Ju's analysis convincing. The information he'd gotten wasn't much, but this alone made the trip worthwhile.

"I understand."

Xiao Ran stood up, took a packet of tea leaves and a bottle of water from the River of Missing Loved Ones out of his space, and set them on the table.

"This is water from the River of Missing Loved Ones. Brew it with tea, and you can send messages through dreams. If you need anything, just contact me in a dream. I'll come help as soon as I can."

He'd asked everything he needed to ask and said everything he needed to say. Xiao Ran had no intention of staying. He cupped his hands. "I'm off!"

He'd barely said he was leaving before he turned and reached the front door.

Just then, Mo Ju called after