Wen Ning barely spoke all day.
Lu Ming couldn't sit still. He wandered around the shop or bickered with the Sparrow Spirit.
Only after Zhang Siyu gave him a scolding did he obediently fetch a little folding stool and sit beside Wen Ning.
"Do you think we're going again tonight?"
Lu Ming asked in a low voice.
Wen Ning opened his eyes, glanced at the sun sinking toward the horizon, and said evenly,
"Of course."
"How else are we going to wake him up?"
Wen Ning rolled his neck.
"Yesterday it was a funeral tent. Where will it be today?"
Lu Ming rubbed his hands together, a little nervous and a little excited.
Toward evening, Zhang Siyu called them to dinner. Lu Ming wolfed down a bowl of rice and ran straight to his room. Zhang Siyu shook her head as she watched him go.
"What are you two up to now that you're leaving me out of?"
Wen Ning leisurely finished his last mouthful and set down his chopsticks.
"Something for two grown men. Are you sure you want to join us?"
"I feel like you're lying to me."
Zhang Siyu stared into Wen Ning's eyes.
Wen Ning stood up, his tone utterly sincere.
"Trust me. I don't lie."
Zhang Siyu snorted. She clearly didn't believe him, but she didn't press him any further.
Once it was completely dark, Wen Ning and Lu Ming lay down in their respective beds.
"Are you ready?"
Wen Ning's voice came from the next room, perfectly clear in the quiet night.
Lu Ming took a deep breath.
"Ready."
Hearing that, Wen Ning closed his eyes and activated the Wandering Spirit and Commanding Qi Divine Ability.
Their souls flew straight to the hospital and slipped into Lin Dagang's dream.
But this time, it wasn't