Although Grantham's explanation had been airtight, he clearly wasn't taking this lightly.
All three people before him were bona fide demigods. Yuan Shan was the more reasonable one, but the other two had reputations that were anything but reassuring.
So when Yuan Shan gave the order, Grantham followed without hesitation.
And since they had to go with the flow of the crowd, Yuan Shan simply abandoned the car.
In truth, if they wanted to, none of them would be any slower than a car.
That included Grantham, despite being the weakest of the group.
Perhaps the full moon was giving him a boost. The vampire sprinted the whole way and still seemed to have energy to spare.
"Those people seem to be heading toward Embo's place, don't they?"
After they had gone some distance, Yuan Shan stopped and looked straight at Grantham as she asked.
"Indeed. It's just ahead."
Grantham took a quick look around and answered quite honestly.
"Then let's go take a look."
Seeing the crowd grow denser and the darkness more intense, Yuan Shan gave the order without delay.
Embo lived in a villa even more desolate than Grantham's, and considerably smaller.
They rushed straight into the yard. Their eyesight was excellent, and at a glance they could see the peeling, mottled walls and the small, faded windows. The place seemed utterly devoid of human life.
Clearly, for a vampire who was several hundred years old, Embo's tastes in housing were rather old-fashioned.
Fu Qian even wondered if Embo slept in a stone coffin in the living room.
Without a doubt, the crowd here was denser than anywhere they had seen before.
At a glance, one couldn't help marveling at how excessively vibrant Shangjing's nightlife was—and how much strain it must put on the kidneys.
Fu