If I'd come during the day, Brother Taylor would most likely have been lying there playing dead. I wouldn't have seen this kind of initiative from him.
Having successfully witnessed the suspect sneaking out, Fu Qian was very pleased with his earlier decision to hide in the shadows.
Taylor had already straightened up, but he still found a corner to hide in, carefully watching his surroundings.
As he moved, Fu Qian noticed something unusual slipping off him.
It looked like a gray cloth about the size of a tabletop. It was semi-transparent, with irregular edges, and at a glance it was even hard to tell whether it was solid.
Despite that, it felt like a high-grade item.
Taylor must have wrapped himself in it earlier to gain the advanced ability to travel through shadows.
Now the gray cloth was draped around his back like a tattered cloak.
Even like this, it seemed to conceal Taylor's presence quite well.
That was probably what gave him the confidence to sneak out and move under cover of night.
Fu Qian didn't think Taylor was actually trying to run away.
They hadn't had much contact, and aside from being a bit of a blockhead, Fu Qian didn't know much about this vampire.
But judging by the situation, Taylor had no reason to flee.
If he hadn't been behind that string of nasty incidents, then regardless of whether he was willing to bear the label of a fugitive, Grantham wouldn't allow him to run off.
Otherwise, even if the truth came out later, the Gullards would never be able to stay in Shangjing.
And if Taylor really had done something that shameless?
Then he had even less chance of getting away.
Given the Gullards' current situation, one wrong move and it wouldn't just be