In the pitch-black passage, the newly acquired Sandalwood Gold proved useful, as its purple gas illuminated a certain area around them. Along the way, they couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, but ghostly ripples flickered in and out of existence, accompanied by the resounding voice of Wu Jinliang echoing back at them.
"I heard that girls on the outside are all as pale as Miss Miao..."
With a bundle on his back and a knife in hand, Wu Jinliang walked with head held high and chest puffed out, striding forward boldly. Despite his tattered appearance, he couldn't hide his boundless excitement and ambition. As he vulgarly discussed women, he clamored about visiting the brothels once he was out.
