"": 200, "": "", "": "Zhang Baijiao had been completely absorbed in stitching up his wounds.
Whatever Luo Feng and Gu Ya said outside the little room, he remained unmoved.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear something coming from the wall.
It was fine. With this Oil Lamp here, no Evil Spirit could get in as long as he did not open the door himself.
The scraping against the wall stopped.
It was replaced by rustling sounds, as though someone was moving across the roof.
Sweat beaded on Zhang Baijiao's forehead, but he kept telling himself everything was fine.
Those two Evil Spirits, Luo Feng and Gu Ya, were still outside the door. Even if other Evil Spirits had climbed onto the roof, surely they could not pull up the tiles and come in?
Just as that thought crossed his mind, Zhang Baijiao suddenly looked up!
There was a skylight in the tiled roof that could be pulled open upward.
The window had been opened!
The face that came into view was extraordinarily familiar!
It was Luo Bin!
Even so, Zhang Baijiao's heart nearly stopped!
Luo Bin raised a hand to signal for silence, then jumped into the room.
The skylight fell shut behind him, and Luo Bin landed heavily with a dull thud.
"Xiao Luo... you..."
Zhang Baijiao had barely spoken before the words caught in his throat.
Luo Bin had made another shushing gesture, telling Zhang Baijiao not to speak.
The blood on the floor and Zhang Baijiao's wounds made Luo Bin feel the urge to go over and slash him once or twice himself.
In truth, however, he was tormented inside.
The Centipede-Shaped Scars running along Zhang Baijiao's forearms, in particular, filled Luo Bin with guilt and conflicted feelings.
"I'm sorry, Old Master Zhang." Luo Bin