Hou Niao started healing his injuries again, still external wounds. One where a blade got caught in his shoulder blade, another in the thickest part of his buttocks, still on the back. It seemed not entirely coincidental?
He estimated by himself that when his current injuries had healed, it would probably be time for Xiang Zhiwen's three-month deadline. It would all fit perfectly, without any delay.
This time, the gain was not in slaying demons but in the faint traces that could be followed. He didn't believe that everything the Town Government had encountered was unrelated to the recent counterattack of the Demon Clan. There must be an internal connection, a part of the whole plan, very concealed, but naturally connected.
