Lu Bu'er's mood was a bit sour right now. He had just found a clue about this cursed city when the hidden enemy had already come knocking, and they came very quickly at that.
It was clear that the other party had been tracking them.
But for some reason, they had chosen to make their move now.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dust-covered floor and watched the once intricate and ancient patterns dim, realizing then what the real reason was.
Secrecy.
The power of secrecy left behind by Constantine had vanished.
"Adorable boy, have you used your perfume yet? Why do I not smell the scent of rot on you? How strange, as a reward for breaking the protection of concealment, I'll send you to your death," the perfume-selling girl said with a sweet smile.
But what she revealed was a row of shark teeth.
Lu Bu'er narrowed his eyes, vaguely understanding something.
