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"": "The reason was extremely simple.
Once the Death-Prison Yama Ghost made a move, these On-Duty City Gods would at least understand one thing: there really was something wrong with him, but that problem was not the Death-Prison Yama Ghost.
The City God Temple's more urgent priority should have been recapturing that ghostly creature, not creating complications.
What Luo Bin feared most was a misunderstanding at this critical juncture.
Convincing all the On-Duty City Gods through words alone, along with a Day Patrol who was paranoid by day and a Night Watch who was ill-tempered by night, was even more impossible.
And even in the worst-case scenario, he could never surrender to the City God Temple and let them study him.
Luo Bin raised his hand and pressed it against his temple, gently massaging it to ease his nerves.
The scenery outside the car window flew past.
He silently reflected that he still was not calm enough.
But in that earlier situation, remaining completely unruffled would have been far too difficult.
Without his noticing, traffic thinned, and the car picked up speed until even the windows hummed.
Before long, he was back outside Old Street on the outskirts of the city.
Old Street was narrow, with no room for cars to pass one another, and stone bollards stood at its entrance to protect the paving. Luo Bin could only get out outside the street.
To avoid frightening anyone, Fourth Master Gray had long since hidden inside his clothes.
The sky gradually darkened. There was no sunset today, only thick clouds and a persistent wind that carried away much of his warmth, casting an even deeper shadow over his heart.
"If anyone follows me, warn me right away," Luo Bin said hoarsely.
"Squeak, squeak."
Fourth Master Gray