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"": "Luo Bin watched the two walk away.
Before leaving, the man glanced back, his expression even more guarded, with a hint of warning.
Luo Bin could only chuckle.
Being wary of strangers was the right thing to do.
As the two moved farther away, Luo Bin frowned slightly again.
The father and son's steps had grown unsteady, their bodies swaying as though they were top-heavy.
Just as they reached the end of the street, the little boy seemed able to walk steadily again.
Luo Bin rubbed his fingers together twice and let out a small breath.
Only after night had fully fallen, when everyone on the old street had gone home and just a few lonely streetlights remained lit, did Luo Bin rise.
He shut the door. The room sank into darkness, until he could barely see his hand in front of his face.
With a click, the energy-saving bulb cast a faint white light.
Luo Bin headed toward the stairs.
The second floor was simple: a bathroom on one side and a bedroom facing the street.
"Fourth Master Gray?" Luo Bin called, but Fourth Master Gray was nowhere to be seen.
Without concerning himself with anything else, Luo Bin washed up briefly and lay down on the bed.
Drowsiness swept over him. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
At some point, the faint white light by the stairs turned a ghostly green.
Creak.
Creak.
The faint sounds came from an old-fashioned rocking chair beside the street-facing window, gently rocking.
A shaft of moonlight shone in, revealing an old woman in the chair. Her arms, resting on the armrests, were as thin as sticks. Her wrinkled face resembled dried orange peel, and her pitch-black eyes had no visible whites. Almost all