After finishing his conversation with Chi Guanguan, Zhang Yuan shifted his feet and quietly walked over to Shu Mian, who was watching the show.
Shu Mian was enjoying herself when she sensed someone approaching her side. "Brother Zhang, what are you doing?" she asked in a sugary voice.
Unmoved by her tone, Zhang Yuan watched Xie Guan, who had not forgotten to include an outsider like Shu Mian even while making his promise, and answered with a question of his own:
"Miss Shu, you've really taken Xie Guan for a ride. He hasn't forgotten you even now. Of all the ghost deities of the Six Heavens I know, you really are the most wicked."
Shu Mian froze briefly at his words. Turning her head slightly, she saw Zhang Yuan's smiling face and played dumb.
"What are you talking about, Brother Zhang?"
Zhang Yuan smiled without answering, simply looking at her.
At first, he truly had not noticed anything. He had simply assumed Shu Mian was a member of the caravan, a soul suffering in Boiling Sand Hell just like Yu Zhen, Xie Guan, and the others.
But as they interacted more,
he had discovered a few differences.
For instance, although anyone could see the rumor above his head, the script used to write those eight characters consisted of pre-heaven Dao patterns that had circulated in the early Primordial Era.
Yu Zhen came from an immortal sect in the Mountain-Sea Profound Yellow Realm, so Xie Guan and Shu Mian ought to have come from the Mountain-Sea Profound Yellow Realm as well. He was certain that neither Yu Zhen nor Xie Guan could read the words above his head.
Which raised the question: how could Shu Mian read them?
The smile on Shu Mian's face gradually cooled. Finally, her expression darkened, and