Seven pulled Sun Lin out. He was hardly breathing, but still alive. Seven took off his Buddha beads and put them around Sun Lin’s neck, then drew something on his forehead with his index finger and pushed him back into the van.
Sun Lin was still unconscious, but somehow, he looked solemn and serene. As he got back in the van, the woman and the kid suddenly became depressed, as if they were repressed by him.
Su Bai couldn’t care less whether Sun Lin died or not. If anything happened to Sun Lin, it would be on the monk because it was the monk that brought them to West Chuan. But Su Bai was very interested in Seven’s tricks. Too bad he couldn’t get any magical skills from the e-shop. A vampire without several special skills was like an expensive car without gas to run with.
"It’ll be alright for now. Let’s go get the runaway first." Seven turned around and went into the hotel. Su Bai followed him.
