The trouble was, Wu Jinliang was being quite friendly toward them, grinning at them again. Although the night could conceal many unpleasant sights, they still felt as though they could see him smiling at them with a gaping, blood-drenched maw.
They were affected by that feeling, but Shi Chun was completely unaffected. He had not even noticed. He signaled for Wu Jinliang to clean up the scene and hurry away; they had another engagement to catch.
Zhen'er was a caring person. She even went over to Wu Jinliang and asked with concern, "Jinliang, does it taste good?"
Wu Jinliang gave her no definite answer. As he worked, he replied casually, "When there's nothing to eat, anything edible tastes good."
Before long, he figured out what was going on from everyone's strange reactions. Are you all looking down on me?
He felt rather wronged, too. Just as Shi Chun had said, Smiling Tiger was full of schemes. Given their current circumstances, there were countless questions he could ask. What if he insisted on getting to the bottom of things, or wanted to question Gong Shixi and the other two? Making the three mute would not help; there were still ways to communicate. Forcibly stopping him from questioning them or hastily silencing them would only arouse his suspicions.
As long as it disgusted Smiling Tiger enough to drive him away, never mind this-he would have eaten a lump of shit without hesitation. Whatever disgusting act worked, he had to play along. Chuntian had already said they drank blood and ate flesh, so he certainly had to back him up. Staying alive mattered most, didn't it?
But he soon cast his grievance aside. There were bound to be magical treasures in Gong Shixi and the others' pockets. In the future, he would not