"Why does it seem like every time I see you, you're such a mess?"
Shaking his head, Long Jiuri pulled up a chair next to Lu Zixun's bed and sat down, a smile on his face.
"Ninth Brother."
Embarrassment crept onto his face.
It wasn't until today, when Lu Zixun mentioned it, that he realized he seemed to be seriously injured every time he met Long Jiuri.
However, feeling the aura emanating from Long Jiuri, Lu Zixun involuntarily took a sharp breath— I-Level.
"The injuries on you are quite severe this time, the Undying have even been roused."
Glancing at Lu Zixun, Long Jiuri could tell his physical condition and narrowed his eyes to ask, "Human Ghosts, Zhenfei actually managed to create them, impressive as always."
The implication of his words startled Lu Zixun.
Which meant Long Jiuri knew about the existence of Human Ghosts and knew well in advance.
