The wilderness on the outskirts was quiet, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects in the grass.
Having left the suburban villa, Luo Suyī and Huang Fei sat before the barbecue grill, yawning as they listlessly poked at the charcoal with branches they had picked up.
They checked the time.
It was already three in the morning.
They were not like Yang Jian, that kind of anomaly. Even after becoming Ghost Tamers, they still needed rest. Especially Luo Suyī and Lin Luomei, who had gone to the hotel and still had not properly rested. They had originally planned to eat and drink their fill before getting a good night's sleep. Who could have known Yang Jian would be playing with ghosts at home?
Who could put up with that?
Slap!
Luo Suyī suddenly gave a hard slap.
"What are you doing?" Huang Fei asked, looking at him.
"There was a mosquito," Luo Suyī said.
"If there was a mosquito, then slap the mosquito. Why did you slap me?" Huang Fei said.
"No, there was a mosquito on your face. I was helping you swat it," Luo Suyī said.
Huang Fei said, "There are mosquitoes around Yang Jian too. Why don't you go help him swat them?"
"My relationship with him isn't that great, so let's forget about that. Mainly, I saw you were about to fall asleep, so I wanted to wake you up a little. After all, we might have to run for our lives again at any moment." Luo Suyī looked as though he were doing him a favor.
Huang Fei gave him a strange look. "If you keep this up, I'm going to hit back."
"That's fine. If you see me about to fall asleep, wake me up with a slap too. Just don't leave me