As night fell near Hexi Park.
Lu Ran followed the squad, walking across a slightly dilapidated overpass.
The distant park gate was sparsely lit and desolate, giving Lu Ran a chill in his heart.
"This is even worse than having no lights at all!
If it were pitch black, it wouldn't feel as eerie as it does now.
For this night patrol, the squad was still assigned to the West River Area, only this time, compared to the night of July 15th, their patrol area had expanded somewhat.
"What's up?" Wei Long's hand rested on Lu Ran's left shoulder.
"Is there trouble?" Wei Hu's hand then landed on Lu Ran's right shoulder.
Only Lu Ran could evoke such concern from the two stoic Prison Demon Disciples.
Any other student would likely have been kicked in the behind by the Prisoner Demon believers and ordered to "move it along."
"No trouble," Lu Ran immediately shook his head, his voice becoming smaller and smaller, "I'm just feeling a bit anxious."
