Zhao Xuanjing's eyes gleamed.
If they were to use that place to hide, no one would ever think of searching there.
"You have my thanks, Miss." Zhao Xuanjing was frank. "I remember you telling me earlier that I should pay my respects to the corpse by throwing a cup of soil on his grave. Then I shall wait till the ceremony for the corpse is over. After that, we shall begin our search."
"Alright." Xie Qiao nodded. "Then you should buy some funeral offerings. He'll like that. "
Who does not like money? The living loves fortune, so do the dead!
Zhao Xuanjing's eyes twitched. "He?"
"Unless you… can sense ghouls?" Zhao Xuanjing suddenly felt a chill run up his back.
"Why are you trying to freak people out… I am… afraid… I can't… cough, cough." Xie Qiao frowned.
The men around Zhao Xuanjing let out a sigh in relief.
That meant she could see nothing.
