Gu Jianlin silently glanced at the little boy trying to steal his phone, observing his features.
It hadn't been a day since he last saw this little rascal and it seemed like he'd been beaten up again. A bruise was evident at the corner of his eye, his long-neglected hair was filthy, and his clothes were torn and fluttered in the wind, looking somewhat comical.
But his gaze was stubborn, filled with intense vigilance.
Gu Jianlin calmly asked, "Recognized me?"
He was wearing a realistic Human Skin Mask, had changed his attire, and intentionally altered his voice.
Yet he was still recognized.
The little boy frowned, moved his lips, and whispered, "Good people don't last long in this ghost place, and if one appears, they're too conspicuous. Get me a box of red earth, just one box."
He stood on his tiptoes, gripping that black Curse Stone, passing the pollution check.
This kid was actually a rare exception, someone not polluted.
