In the distance, Gauss sat cross-legged on a bamboo broom, floating three feet off the ground, constantly rubbing his head.
Oh no, I'm starting to grow a brain. I'm almost getting it...
As Gauss rubbed, he suddenly stopped and looked toward the villa district.
Huh, Wen Yan is back.
Wen Yan emerged from Old Zhao's basement. He didn't see the noisy five brothers or Old Zhao. After stepping out, he looked toward his own home; it was also dark and silent, with no signs of activity. He knew something had gone wrong.
He gazed at the back of the villa district, where the thick, malevolent aura and killing intent stung his skin like fine needles. Without seeing it, he knew for sure it had to be Pei Tugou.
Feng Wei, who had been leading the way beside Wen Yan, shivered, his complexion starting to look a bit healthier.
For a Ghost, being forced into this state was no good thing.
"You should go back to the basement first. Don't come out; my older brother is losing it," Wen Yan said.
