Gu Shengyin suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart.
She stood up somewhat irritably and said, "Shall I take you home?"
Qiao Zhihe listened to her cold voice and watched as she pulled her hood back over her head, feeling a bit lost inside.
It always seemed that such a Sister Death was difficult to encounter.
And now, she once again became the cold and unapproachable figure.
Gu Shengyin escorted Qiao Zhihe back home.
She didn't speak much with the young man, always feeling unwilling to see his bright eyes anymore.
Meanwhile, Ho Qing's preparations were almost complete.
Master Du had already set up the altar and prepared the offerings for the Grim Reaper.
He donned the vestment robe, lit three sticks of incense, and began chanting.
Ho Qing stood quietly aside.
She couldn't understand what the master was chanting, nor did she care.
All she wanted was a result.
A sudden strong wind blew through the night, extinguishing the incense held by Master Du.
