Miao Yue held the Soul-Hooking Lock, icy to the touch—the one Qi Gu would otherwise have sold to a junk shop.
No matter how she looked at it, this was the real thing!
But Qi Gu was so advanced in his cultivation. Why couldn't he tell the real thing from a fake?
Miao Yue felt that something was off, but this wasn't the time to look into it. If she didn't act now, those people would enter the Waterlogged Ground, and by then it would be far too late.
Umbrella in hand, she immediately ran forward, as fast and nimble as a motorcycle-a fierce-looking, large-displacement beast of a motorcycle, at that.
Pubu Gesang, abruptly left standing in the rain: "..."
There had been absolutely no consideration for whether he lived or died.
[That Kid Bro's blank stare is killing me.]
[Hahahahaha, Kid Bro looked up and his whole world collapsed. Where's my umbrella?]
[What Kid Bro? That's a leader I couldn't even get close enough to suck up to. Show some respect, all of you. ()]
Qi Gu stepped forward and sheltered Pubu Gesang from the endless little droplets falling from the black sky.
Lin Hanzhi stopped walking, and the slightly shaky camera steadied.
Before long, Miao Yue returned carrying a dozen people and asked Qi Gu what to do next. Qi Gu looked around and said, "Tie them to a tree for now."
Miao Yue did as instructed, binding everyone around a tree. With their heads crowded together, they looked like a tightly packed box of cotton swabs.
The only one who hadn't been tied up was the little girl Miao Yue held effortlessly by the collar-the same one from that afternoon. Because she was small and thin and could easily wriggle free if tied up with the others,