Xiang Zhou, in the hotel.
The door to the outside was tightly shut with Xiao Qing coiling up at the doorstep, guarding it, while in the inner bedroom, Long Qiu looked at Gu Yu with uncertainty and asked, "Are you sure you want to try this?"
"Of course."
"But, but…"
"Don't worry, just do it!"
"All right."
Cowardice was not part of Long Qiu's personality. Her lips then started moving; she seemed to be mumbling something in Miao language.
Undead insects struck in the most amazing way—it was completely untraceable. The host made no movement suggesting that anything had been unleashed whatsoever and one never knew what hit them. It sounded almost like the strange poisons of the ancient times.
