Hospital, third floor.
In the near-eternal twilight, it was impossible to tell morning from evening.
The scruffy man squatted in the corridor, irritably stamping out a cigarette butt, "Damn, how long has it been since they went in? Why haven't they come out yet?"
"What's the rush?"
The gaunt man glanced at him, "Look at Ximin, so calm, you could learn a thing or two from her."
Right beside the two men, a woman with a sallow complexion was kneeling on the ground, praying, her lips moving with scriptures and texts, completely unfazed.
Who the fuck could act as crazy as that?
The expression on the scruffy man Angel's face twitched, but he dared not speak.
"Just don't be impatient," Kong Yebai advised, "The Main Priest has entrusted us with a mission, and we must handle it properly. Once the holy rituals are well executed, purification and blessing will also be ours to receive."
"You're right."
