Roman hoisted Yu Qingchen's corpse onto his shoulder and went out through the back door.
Lu Mi braced both hands against the sofa cushion and sat quietly for a while.
"Why did you come back?" he asked softly.
I'd only just managed to accept that you were gone.
After taking a moment to recover, he held on to the banister and climbed to the second floor, one step at a time.
There, to his shock, he saw a huge stuffed doll moving Zhang Wei's sculpture.
Lu Mi silently hid behind the wall and peeked out to watch what it was doing.
Han Miaoke was only a copy. At eleven, she turned into a stuffed doll that couldn't move.
But the one before him was the real Little Ma.
Little Ma didn't seem to notice the person behind them, gathering Zhang Wei into their enormous, soft arms.
Then they shuffled into a room-the very room Lu Mi had been locked in earlier.
Soon, they backed out and pulled the door shut.
Lu Mi was still waiting for them to leave on their own when, in the next instant, a Yellow Talisman flew over and stuck to the back of their head.
The enormous stuffed doll went still.
Cheng Cheng emerged from Shen Yiwen's room, rubbing his head. When he saw Lu Mi, he winked. "Well, hello, baby! Lu Mi, I'm so glad you're not dead!"
"I'm so glad you're not dead either."
The exchange wasn't exactly pleasant to hear, but it was sincere enough.
Listening to Cheng Cheng chatter about how he had matched wits and courage with Zheng Sinian, the strongest boss on earth, Lu Mi entered the room Little Ma had just gone into.
Inside, the fragments of Zheng Sinian's original body still lay scattered across the floor, already