"Ling, when do we set off?"
Ling Yan raised an eyebrow. "You want to ditch Hou San?"
"That kid doesn't know anything, bringing him along is just dead weight."
Ling Yan actually had the same intention.
The current situation was complicated. Jia Quan's two flower cannons were missing, and this black, ever-changing handkerchief—they didn't even know who had placed it under Qiao'er's bed.
Zhang Mu's father, Zhang Dalin, had been infected with the biotin and turned into a beast before their very eyes.
It wasn't yet clear what connection these clues pointing to the Ghost Stronghold had with the previous Ghost Messengers.
The best plan was to have Hou San wait for them in a safe place.
But...
"Even if we don't bring him along, we have to tell him the truth. We can't just leave him alone in Yao City. We'll explain everything to Hou San tomorrow morning before we leave."
Mu Yuan said no more.
Ling Yan then added, "You need to rest too."
After saying that, Ling Yan went out.
