Black-Mole Man, Fellow Daoist, Please Stay

The Misty Ghost vanished, and the gray fog dispersed.

Everyone on the other side was a stranger. I didn't recognize a single one.

The only living people who could have come here besides us were members of the Secret Bureau.

The rooster leading the way was still urging us onward.

Seeing me standing at the front without moving, Master spoke up.

"Forget them. We're going our way!"

"Yes, Master!"

With that, I followed after him.

Master and the others quickly followed as well.

The few people opposite us were also sizing us up.

At the same time, they whispered among themselves.

"Captain, why are there other Daoists here besides us?"

"Yeah! We've fought for so long and still couldn't get through this misty area. How did they come out from inside it?"

"Look, the person on that man's back seems to be Zhang San, the senior we're supposed to rescue this time."

"..."

Amid their surprise, they also spotted Third Master on Mao Jing's back.

All eight of them brightened.

The leader was a man in his fifties with a slight belly and a huge black mole at the corner of his mouth. Seeing this, he hurriedly stepped forward and blocked our path.

"Boundless Heavenly Worthy, fellow Daoists, please stay!"

But before his words had even faded, my injured Master snapped back at him.

"Stay my ass! If you want to die, then keep standing around here. If you don't, hurry up and get out with us.

Once midnight passes, you won't be able to leave even if you want to..."

Master really had a violent temper. He was injured badly enough to need someone supporting him, yet he still dared to curse them out.

And they were Secret Bureau members who worked for the state.

The black-mole man froze