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"": ""Thank you. Just leave them on the ground." In the end, Luo Bin did not draw his blade.
The woman smiled, set the two handfuls of grass beside her feet, and said softly, "Things haven't been peaceful in town lately. Go out as little as possible, and stay this vigilant. Even if it's someone you trust completely, don't let them inside. You can't be sure a person is really human-or that they're really who they seem to be."
The woman rose and walked away.
Luo Bin watched until she disappeared from sight.
Soft footsteps approached as Gu Yiren came toward the door.
"Don't touch those," Luo Bin said at once.
"Huh?" Gu Yiren looked puzzled. "I was by the stairs just now. I heard everything. Isn't she Grandpa Zhang's friend? I think the smell of blood in the stairwell and the rooms is too strong, too. Smoking the place out would help a lot."
"Old Master Zhang also warned us not to accept unexpected kindness from anyone. The friendlier someone is, the more wary we should be. Maybe he really does have a friend like that, but let's wait until tomorrow morning," Luo Bin replied.
It was simple. He would visit Zhang Baijiao to have his dressing changed tomorrow morning, so he could ask then.
"Oh, okay..." Gu Yiren seemed a little crestfallen. Without saying anything more, she went into the kitchen to get to work.
Mo Qian arrived as the aroma of rice and cooked dishes began to spread.
The first thing he did upon entering the Two-Story House was pull down the roller shutter and close the side door. The ground floor dimmed, with light entering only through the holes in the upper half of the shutter.
Mo Qian was punctual.
He had