Ten seconds later, Huai Shi sat calmly in the gatehouse, extinguished the fire in the stove, and pulled the glittering Sacrificial Knife from the desiccated corpse.
Little Pony wandered in, clicking his tongue in amazement at Huai Shi's recent knife skills.
Meanwhile, Huai Shi scrutinized the passage behind the gatehouse and asked casually, "Old Liu, what's hidden back here?"
"Should be their Fasting Circle..." Little Pony replied offhandedly, then jumped up in fright. "Fuck, how did you know it was me?"
Huai Shi glanced back at him. "I just asked randomly. Besides, among the people I know, there aren't many as flamboyant as you."
"Ahem, I was just speaking casually too." Little Pony looked at him innocently. "Who's Old Liu?"
"A bald guy."
"Enough already!"
The two of them faced each other in the gatehouse for a long time until Liu DongLi helplessly shifted his gaze.
"Who exactly are you?" Huai Shi asked.
