Chapitre 406: Sowing on Spring, Harvesting A Lucky Bag of Corpses In Autumn

Sitting cross-legged on a moth-eaten couch, Lin Sanjiu studied the deck of cards in her hand.

Calling the building they were staying in as a hotel made it sound decent, but in fact, it was merely a cleaned-up abandoned domicile. The walls were latticed with dirt and grime, and the flooring was cracked and deformed. Despite being a time-worn and decrepit building, there was a bulb on the ceiling connected via a shabby wire. The light provided by the tiny bulb was so pathetic that it thrust the whole room into the limbo of light and darkness.

When the shadow once again shifted past above her cards, Lin Sanjiu burst.

"Sit down," she patted the couch beside her, "Stop pacing in front of me. You're making me dizzy."

The echoing footsteps of the grand prize finally ceased, and he made a rustling sound as he snuggled into the couch.