Fifteen minutes earlier, Huang Xiaofei took a stack of blank paper from Qi Si and keenly sensed that something was off about his attitude.
As she let the ghosts through and followed behind them toward the pond, she quickly flipped through the papers.
Sure enough, a crumpled sheet covered in writing fell out.
[Cheng An, I'm Lu Zimo. I want to make a deal with you. Help me kill Huang Xiaofei, and I can transfer the Book of the Dead to you.]
Looking at the line written in Lu Zimo's handwriting, Huang Xiaofei was so angry that she laughed.
She had expected Qi Si to betray Lu Zimo. After all, that young man with such unimpressive combat ability needed her help if he wanted to clear the Instance smoothly.
What she hadn't expected was that Lu Zimo would be foolish enough to trust an outsider so easily and conspire with him to harm his own older sister.
Yes, her relationship with Lu Zimo was actually closer than they had introduced it as. They were biological siblings, but one had taken their father's surname while the other had taken their mother's.
Huang Xiaofei vaguely remembered that, when she was sixteen, her mother had held her hand the day before she died of illness and said weakly, "Manfei, you're the older sister. You need to take better care of your brother."
From then on, her days of partying wildly outside day and night vanished like a bubble. She had to constantly keep track of her eight-year-old brother's well-being and carefully calculate every trivial household expense.
Having once enjoyed a comfortable life, hardship became all the more painful by comparison. The overwhelming exhaustion may have stemmed more from their family's decline, but deep down, Huang Xiaofei always felt that it was all Lu