Noticing Jiang Cheng acting strangely, the Fatty blinked and immediately warily scanned their surroundings, but he didn't see anything amiss. Lowering his voice, he asked, "What's wrong?"
The Fatty's first thought was that someone was following them. That could be a big deal or nothing at all. If the people Wu Manor had sent were following them, that was fine. But if it was Yuan Shanyuan and Bai Yu, it meant they had already decided to kill the two of them.
But Jiang Cheng soon returned to normal and gave the Fatty a reassuring look. "It's nothing. I just suddenly thought of something unrelated to this mission. Don't worry."
The Fatty suspected the doctor was only trying to reassure him, but when he saw that the doctor seemed fine, he gradually let his worries go.
It was already late. Jiang Cheng and the Fatty prepared to head back. They walked along the old street, filled with the aroma of food and wine, their feet treading broad flagstones. A cool breeze carried the scents into their noses, and the Fatty couldn't help taking a deep breath. He thought how nice it would be if they weren't in the middle of a mission.
But the moment he spotted the Wu Family Mansion in the distance, the Fatty felt a weight in his chest. His good mood vanished, and he reached up to scratch his shoulder. His left arm had been going numb on and off lately, as if he'd slept on it.
Jiang Cheng stood behind the Fatty, watching him scratch his shoulder. The troubled look in his eyes deepened. Just moments ago, at that stall selling sundries, he had seen something horrifying reflected in a bronze mirror.
A pitch-black head was hanging from the Fatty's left shoulder. It was tiny, only