As the clock pointed to seven, the sky started to turn dark. At this moment, Ling Mo's backpack already held an entire bag of "Blood Bubbles." The outer membrane was surprisingly durable, making Ling Mo's collecting work much easier. With these items, Old Lan might be able to figure out a method to help Ling Mo get rid of his troubles and also deepen his understanding of Black Widow.
"Old Zheng, I'm leaving this street to be blocked by you, with Mu Chen and the others assisting, there shouldn't be a problem. Lan Lan and the others should stay by your side, and take this human-shaped sunglasses stand with you as well." Ling Mo crushed the food wrapper in his hand and swallowed the last bite of his dry ration before standing up. They were currently hidden inside a shop, looking out from behind the door would allow them to catch a glimpse of that building from afar. Its current whereabouts were exactly right inside…
