The dark boiler room was filled with boilers and wire mesh hanging with gauges; the air was tainted with the pungent smell of sulfides.
Li Yan wiped his wound with iodine in front of a piece of glass, applied medicated ointment, and after bandaging the wound, he sprinkled the contents of a brown bottle onto the ground. He scanned the area, then with two steps, he leaped up and, like an agile gecko, silently clung to the dark corner of the ceiling.
After bursting out of the laboratory, Li Yan had planned to head straight to the gathering site in Shuishu Park, and although he'd been motionless in the room, over ninety Sudu birds had wandered the hills overnight, keeping him well-informed about the outside world.
The helicopter painted with a black vertical clock landed two hours earlier, and the researchers inside were escorted to the grand hall at the mountain's peak.
Would "Ghost Master" Su Ling, known for seizing the entire fruit, attend?
