It was only after Song Yunuan had left that the two of them continued walking along the sewer.
They kept going and going, the farther from this place, the better.
And for the time being, they couldn't return to the guesthouse either, even though they used fake names on their introduction letters.
But what if Song Yunuan found out?
Moreover, they felt extremely uncomfortable all over and needed to find a bathhouse to clean themselves properly.
Old Qi didn't have time to exchange opinions with Old Dou.
But he knew that Song Yunuan was definitely not the simple sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl they saw on the surface.
One wouldn't dare to ascend Liangshan without good reason.
In the dead of the night, she clearly wasn't sleepwalking; her mind was alert, dressed in white and carrying a stick.
The more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed.
Turns out it was a case of skill giving rise to boldness.
