"Probably..."
Shang Xueli said hesitantly, "I actually don't know how long we need to wait, but it'll definitely be resolved before dawn. So, Patrol Constable, if you can buy us more time, stall for as long as you can."
"All right, I'll try."
After finishing his conversation with his colleagues, Ye Qianfan strode toward the yurt formed by the Human-Skin Ghosts with an air of righteous resolve. "I won't suffocate in there, will I?"
Naturally, he wouldn't suffocate. This was purely a tactic to buy another second wherever he could.
The Hall Master sneered. "There's an opening at the top. But if you're thinking of escaping, don't waste your strength. Human-Skin Ghosts can move! If they wrap themselves around your mouth or some other vital part, don't say I didn't warn you!"
"I won't run. Don't worry." Ye Qianfan glanced up at the sky, then added, "But you wasted quite a bit of time putting up that tent. Surely that can't count against my time!"
"The clock starts now!"
The Hall Master wasted no more words on Ye Qianfan and waved a hand. "Light the incense!"
"..."
Ye Qianfan knew there was no point trying to stall any longer.
He simply accepted an oil lamp from a cultist and walked into the tent. The instant he stepped inside, the Human-Skin Ghosts folded downward, sealing the entire tent tight.
Once he was certain the people outside couldn't see him, Ye Qianfan drew the Demon Fang Dagger from his waist. "Time to get to work!"
"Daoist, where's the Golden Bone?"
Ye Qianfan asked.
But the Daoist said, "I don't know. Being able to sense that this River Demon has Golden Bone inside it is already pretty impressive. And you expect me to pinpoint its location? Aren't you giving me far too much