Chapitre 563: Mass graves

Tread. Tread.

A boot stepped into a puddle, disrupting the reflection of lightning's work above. Ling Qingyu frowned and kept walking.

Throughout the journey, she followed Tang Ziyi's lead, unable to refuse. As the rain soaked her and the ground splashed with every step, Ling Qingyu mentally cursed Tang Ziyi so many times that she lost count.

And somehow, each time she did, Tang Ziyi's head would turn in her direction, as if sensing her mood. Secret sutra seemed to have heightened her sixth sense and opened her third-eye chakra. When had she even started talking in astrological terms?

Ling Qingyu couldn't see Tang Ziyi's expression clearly, with the helmet, hood, and night-vision goggles covering her head. Yet, the four bland eyes seemed more menacing than ever.

Ling Qingyu gulped and tried to look innocent. They soon arrived at a spot where three bodies sprawled on the ground next to a dog.