Zhou Mo naturally knew what Wang Kui was thinking. He patted him on the back and comforted him. "Let's stop dwelling on the past."
"The Station Master's so generous to us, it makes me feel like I'd be letting him down if I didn't die fighting tomorrow."
"A Green Martial Art."
"In any ordinary Family, that would be an absolute secret, a Martial Technique only direct descendants could learn. Didn't you see how the Station Master just casually tossed it into my arms?"
"I saw."
With a complicated expression, Wang Kui said wistfully, "I saw it clear as day from down below. You've actually got me feeling a little jealous. Shouldn't something like that be kept in the Warehouse under my care...?"
"Forget it. No more talking about the past."
"Work hard at mastering it."
The better the Camp developed,
the more miserable he felt when he recalled his thirteen years as a Worker Bee. What kind of wretched life had he been living all that time?
"Will do!"
Zhou Mo grinned and immediately headed toward the Stone House, planning to bathe and wash up before studying it seriously.
Soon,
a loud shout came from inside the Stone House.
"Who stole my bedsheet?"
"Wang Mazi, was it you?"
"Why would I steal your bedsheet? Have you lost your mind?"
"Then where did my bedsheet go?"
Darkness fell right on schedule.
"The thirteenth night of the rainy season."
Sitting in the rocking chair on the City Wall, Chen Fan muttered to himself. He gazed blankly for a while at the pitch-black darkness above the Sinkhole, then stretched and prepared to return to his room to sleep. No one in the Camp had kept watch these past few nights.
For one thing, they trusted the Camp's defenses. Even if strange entities