Wu Ling quickly took care of those odds and ends, then got ready to take me back to Minqing with her.
Only then did I notice that Nangong Yao didn't look too good either.
No matter what, we'd spent a long time surrounded by the Yin energy of the Guangyuan Mountain ghost, running around and doing everything we could to escape. It was only natural that we felt exhausted.
At the very last moment, I'd had every last bit of strength drained from me. My whole body was limp, and I could barely get up.
Wu Ling was in the best shape. She had to take care of me and Gu Mo, while Nangong Yao could only lend a hand here and there. He couldn't do much else.
As a result, I got to fly first class for the first time in my life. The moment I boarded, I could barely keep my eyes open.
When we got off the plane, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen Liu Liangwang at all during the trip.
"He stayed in Gangbo City. He won't be coming with us," Wu Ling said.
That made sense. We weren't traveling together in the first place.
You could say I'd saved Liu Liangwang's life.
But his escape from death might not have been entirely thanks to me.
I thought of the Death tarot card the fortune-teller had switched out.
The fortune-teller probably had something to do with Liu Liangwang's escape from death, too. Otherwise, why had he been the one sucked into the black hole at the last moment, and why had he ended up right at the entrance to that other space?
"That other space..." I looked at Wu Ling as she drove and asked quietly.
"No one's been there, so all we can do