Carlos examined the crying-theatrical-performer figurine in his hand. It felt cold to the touch, its texture delicate, yet it emanated an evil aura.
Hearing Yu Xing say that, he weighed it in his hand twice, then casually tucked it into an inner pocket of his coat. "All right, I'll keep it for now. I'll look into this thing when I have time."
Cang Nong watched the two of them move and converse with effortless ease, looking somewhat at a loss.
He took a deep breath and once again offered Yu Xing and Carlos his heartfelt thanks.
"Thank you both for saving us... I'm truly grateful." His gaze fell on Brother Zhao's cold corpse nearby, and his expression dimmed for a moment, tinged with bitterness and sorrow. "Sigh... Old Zhao... He was just too unlucky. He was so close..."
Yu Xing's gaze swept lightly over Cang Nong. In the dim corridor, his deep eyes seemed to see through the young man's skin and straight into his organs.
He suddenly spoke, his voice calm and faintly amused. "What did you find here earlier that made that mad dog attack?"
At that, Cang Nong hurriedly waved his hands, his face showing helplessness and sincerity. "We really didn't find anything! We've been holed up in this old archives room for two nights, and we've tried every kind of detection method. None of them worked. This place is so clean, you'd think the Harvest Mother Goddess had personally scrubbed it with a brush!"
He pointed to the drag marks on the floor. "That's the only trace it left behind. We were just about ready to give up and assume the monster had run off ages ago. Who could've guessed we'd run into that Fallen Path guy as soon as we stepped outside..."
Hearing that, Yu