Outside the Ding section of the civilian workers, there was a rocky beach by the shore of Crescent Lake.
Five or six people in black were either sitting or standing.
A brazier was placed in the middle of them. The faint scent of insect repellent spread with the flames.
Slap!
Shangguan Yu slapped his own face, killing an insolent mosquito.
The flickering firelight cast a gloomy shadow on his face.
He had been feeding mosquitoes here for six days.
"Damn rat!"
"Young Master, that person might have already run away," suggested one of the people in black cautiously, "Shall we, perhaps, let it go?"
Being on edge during the day and dealing with evil spirits, and then feeding mosquitoes at night, it wasn't easy for them either.
Shangguan Yu nodded slightly; he had wanted to withdraw long ago.
But he couldn't be the one to suggest actively pulling out.
Otherwise, his father Shangguan Ji would certainly scold him for his lack of patience.
