Shi Lan's supply of flesh and blood had run dry, which left her feeling somewhat uneasy.
Liang Yunnan had been contacting Shi Lan more and more frequently these past few days. The current situation had never appeared in the original plot; everything had gone completely off the rails.
In truth, the chaos now had little to do with Shi Lan. The changes Lin Mo had brought about were far greater. After all, the key to unlocking the treasure was now within his flesh and blood.
Rumble...
Thunder rolled across the sky. It was midsummer, and unrelenting rain blanketed the entire county, washing away the smoke that had filled the heavens.
On an upper floor of a hotel not far from Ning An's home, Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes.
In just a short time, the aura about him had undergone a complete transformation.
He was already well aware of the fierce battle raging beyond. As long as the key to the treasure remained in his hands, the current state of affairs had been inevitable.
But none of that mattered anymore. During this time, he had gleaned enough information from 'Ning An's' phone calls to get a rough idea of what kind of being he was.
"Child of fortune..."
A cold smile curled Lin Mo's lips. He looked out at the roiling thunderclouds and a savage expression flashed across his face.
"Go to hell..."
Beneath the torrential rain, the trouble they had long awaited had finally come knocking.
Ning Kangping had gone missing. He had left that morning and never returned; there had been no word from him.
Late at night, silence filled the living room, broken only by the faint rumble of thunder outside.
Shi Lan and Qin Yinhua sat facing each other.
Qin Yinhua's face was pale.