Li Qing said there were no rats here, so there had to be something unusual about this place. But aside from noticing that the idols were different, Feng Ling could not tell what was special about these buildings.
Then again, it was perfectly normal for shops to enshrine the God of Wealth while doing business.
Li Qing explained, "Gods of Wealth are divided into Civil Gods of Wealth and Martial Gods of Wealth. The Civil Gods of Wealth are Bi Gan, Fan Li, and Li Guizu, while the Martial Gods of Wealth are Guan Yu, Chai Rong, and Zhao Gongming. Mahjong is gambling, and money won through gambling is windfall money, so it's best to worship a Martial God of Wealth."
"So worshipping a different god doesn't count as something unusual?" Feng Ling asked with a pout.
Li Qing hesitated. "...Probably not."
Xu Yiming took out a bottle of water from his bag, twisted it open, and gulped down several mouthfuls. "No matter what, at least we finally have somewhere to rest our feet."
Keeping his nerves taut for so long had left Xu Yiming utterly exhausted.
Huangfu Miaomiao was delighted to hear that, feeling that Xu Yiming's words were recognition of her work.
Li Qing added, "This really is suitable as a temporary resting place. The ceiling is sealed, the windows have security bars, and aside from this one door, there are no other entrances or exits. As long as we guard this door, we'll be safe."
Huangfu Miaomiao unconsciously puffed out her chest, feeling a little proud.
She really was more useful than the Administrator. She could scout ahead, investigate, deliver messages, and run errands. The Administrator could not do anything, only hide behind Feng Ling.
Just as she was feeling pleased with herself, faint drum music drifted