Huang Kuo froze. "Do you even need to look? What kind of skills do those three have, and what kind do you have? I'm not blind."
Shu Wugui pressed his forehead. "Do you have any friends?"
Huang Kuo nodded. "Of course. I've got loads of lackeys."
The corner of Shu Wugui's mouth twitched. "Then where are your lackeys on this outing?"
Huang Kuo scratched the back of his head. Something felt off, yet nothing really seemed wrong.
"We were talking about you. How did this turn into a conversation about me? How did you end up with them?"
Shu Wugui fought down the vein throbbing at his temple. This Demon Cultivator was stupid, but not stupid beyond all hope-he at least knew how to change the subject.
"Same as you. They saved me earlier."
Huang Kuo brightened. "Hey, brother, I told you we had something in common!"
Shu Wugui gave him a smile that never reached his eyes and left him to interpret it himself.
But Huang Kuo was a straightforward Demon Cultivator. How could he understand such subtleties?
Seeing Shu Wugui smile at him, he assumed Shu Wugui agreed. He slung an arm around Shu Wugui's shoulders and invited him to stay at his home for a while.
Shu Wugui had meant to refuse, but then remembered he no longer had a home. In a momentary lapse of judgment, he agreed.
It truly was a momentary lapse of judgment. Later, Shu Wugui would curse his present self's decision countless times, but it would all be to no avail.
After her earlier conversation with Silver Snow.
Su Jiu walked alone to the painting Huang Kuo had touched.
She held her hand above the painting, quietly sensing the aura upon it.
She discovered that the yin evil qi on it