"Senior Brother Li? Is there something you need from me?" Sun Baolu asked, his voice cautious.
Li Huowang jerked his chin toward the outside, wedged his crutch under his armpit again, and limped away. "Come on, let's talk privately."
Sun Baolu hesitated for a moment, anxiety written on his face, but finally followed.
As night fell, the streets between the tents grew extremely dim, and figures became sparse. The biting cold wind lifted the hem of Li Huowang's robe and the sleeves of Sun Baolu, who trailed behind him.
At this moment, Sun Baolu looked distressed, thinking hard about how to answer Senior Brother Li's question. He hadn't expected his offhand lie to be discovered so quickly.
"Don't beat around the bush; we have to travel tomorrow. Why did you say that human bone was a horse bone? What else are you hiding from us?"
