"I feel like it's been six nights?"
Wang Mazi scratched his head. "It shouldn't have been as long as seven nights."
"It's been eight nights."
Zhou Mo put the plank back beneath his backside and continued taking large bites of the dry flatbread in his hand, sounding wistful. "Er Gou, that young buddy who'd been with me for so long, died in a Doppelganger Wraith's jaws before the fifth night fell."
"On the sixth night, we encountered a Funeral Wraith."
"On the seventh night, we moved here and spent the night in the Natural Eerie Fire Zone."
"On the eighth night, we spent the night in the Cave the Station Master had just excavated."
"If we make it through tonight safely too, that'll be nine nights."
"The Rainy Season usually lasts around thirty days. We've already held out for a third of it. In all of Northbank City's history, we're the first to do it—no one before us, and no one after."
"Northbank City has a history?" Wang Kui raised an eyebrow.
"Tsk."
Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing at that. "Even though the city's been wiped out a few times, bits and pieces of information have survived. That's how humans are. Even when they know they might not live much longer, they still want to write something down so future generations will know what happened to them."
"Like how you like keeping a Diary?"
"Exactly."
Zhou Mo took his Diary out of his clothes and wrote as he chewed his dry flatbread. "Everyone needs a hobby. Otherwise, life would be far too boring. Besides, without people like us, the requirements for crafting Eerie Fire would never have been passed down."
"What got passed down was the complicated version."
Wang Kui glanced at Chen Fan's back as he worked inside the