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"": "In the end, Luo Bin could not hold out any longer.
He was too tired, too drained. Once he returned to the room and lay down, he fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes the next morning, he saw Gu Yiren on the inner side of the bed, her eyes flickering as she faced him.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, brightening the room. Although the bedroom door was closed, he could still smell cigarette smoke drifting in and faintly hear people talking.
"They're here," Gu Yiren whispered, partly covering her mouth.
That made it clear that she had not been watching Luo Bin sleep. She had been keeping an eye on their visitors.
Luo Bin nodded and got up. He moved his neck a little, only to pull at the wound on his shoulder. Waves of unbearable pain washed over him.
He gave a muffled grunt, and the quiet conversation outside abruptly stopped.
Gu Yiren climbed out of bed as well, looking slightly uneasy.
It was also clear that she had rested well. She looked much more alert.
Luo Bin went straight to the bedroom door and pushed it open.
Goat-faced Li Yuan and the short, squat Yu Hao stood beside the table in the living room, both studying the Oil Lamp hanging beneath the Tungsten Filament Lamp.
Luo Bin's heart tightened slightly, but he kept his voice as calm and steady as possible. "It was too dark yesterday. I thought I'd light a lamp last night. Having a little light made me feel safer."
"You'll get used to it. You'll find that lighting candles or oil lamps at night only makes the evil spirits curious. It makes them want to come inside and take a look. By the way, did you