Under the moonlight, the reeds in the marsh swayed with the breeze.
Zhang Ye, Kui Tuo, and several sturdy men were hunched over, crawling on their bellies, sneaking around like thieves.
Kui Tuo walked and walked but suddenly stopped, "Old Zhang, am I seeing things, or has one person split into two?"
Zhang Ye felt the familiar soreness and weakness in his limbs, his face numb.
What on earth did I do in my last life?
How come I bump into that lunatic wherever I go?!
Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Kui Tuo, who was clearly confused, and asked without changing his expression, "Kui, you didn't bring any money with you, did you?"
Kui Tuo: "What... what's wrong?"
Zhang Ye couldn't help but take pleasure in another's misfortune, "Ignored my advice, didn't you?"
"Hah! Every man for himself now..."
