The abandoned room behind the cemetery's hill.
With the departure of Pei Yibai and his party, the room became even more silent and desolate.
The wood had burned out, leaving only embers giving off a red glow. Sheng Jinsen's body relaxed, and he lay on the ground like a corpse.
He stared at the dim ceiling, silently praying that Song Weiyi was safe.
A series of disordered footsteps caught Sheng Jinsen's attention.
"There are sparks over there; they're probably over there," a voice filled with surprise reached Sheng Jinsen's ears.
His heart skipped a beat; could it be that Liu Qinglong's men had discovered this place?
If that was the case, today he had reached the most wretched moment of his life.
Liu Qinglong was just a street thug on ****; he was involved in many kinds of misdeeds, big and small, although it was uncertain. Sheng Jinsen wondered if he would be killed in Liu Qinglong's rage once he was found.
