Suddenly, Yuan Shanyuan thought of someone: Lin Qianqian.
Recently, Lin Qianqian and Luo Tianhe had been spending a lot of time together. They had even moved into the same room, but based on what he had observed, they didn't seem like acquaintances who had teamed up to enter the mission.
This string of unusual events gave Yuan Shanyuan pause. Now he had a general idea: that old fox Luo Tianhe had probably borrowed one of Lin Qianqian's yang flames to replenish his own.
Lin Qianqian certainly wouldn't have agreed to do this willingly, so Luo Tianhe must have tricked her too.
In Yuan Shanyuan's eyes, Luo Tianhe was becoming more and more dangerous. But it wasn't time to get rid of him yet. After all, the most mysterious Blood Corpse Tomb had yet to appear, and that was the root of all these strange occurrences.
Yuan Shanyuan knew he couldn't match Luo Tianhe in this area of expertise. So it wasn't just him—the whole team needed Luo Tianhe alive, at least until they had uncovered the secrets of the Blood Corpse Tomb.
Besides, given Luo Tianhe's abilities, Yuan Shanyuan was convinced that unless he himself stepped in, Jiang Cheng, Wang Fugui, Li Bai, and Yao Shunyu were no match for that old fox.
After taking off his clothes and wrapping up the Vengeful Infant Bottle he had dug out, Yuan Shanyuan let out a long breath. He turned to Bai Yu behind him and nodded. "All done. The vengeful infant clinging to my back has left."
Bai Yu slowly lowered her hand, her expression as unapproachable as ever.
As he slowly rolled his right shoulder, Yuan Shanyuan chuckled under his breath. He knew exactly how dangerous that moment had been. If Bai Yu hadn't protected his right shoulder in time,