In the cave, time slipped away, and by my calculations, it should be the next day.
Shi Chun closed the book and put away the pile of books on the ground, casting a glance at a well-dressed man lying stiffly on the ground nearby.
The man had been captured on a whim while looking for a suitable messenger. A street thug, whose background was unknown, but his bullying of decent folks was displeasing to the eyes. So, he was conveniently captured.
With a splay of five fingers, Shi Chun lifted the man from the ground, his throat fell into Shi Chun's grip. Ignoring the man's fearful pleas, Shi Chun twisted his neck with a crack.
After confirming he was dead, Wu Jinliang chuckled and took out the Death Refusing Incense canister, hooking a little finger to release the flame and ignite it.
The process was familiar to both of them, and soon they conjured up a black hole leading to the Netherworld once again.
