บท 104: Flower Thief (IV)

Jiang Pengji frowned as she looked at the things she had taken out of the man's pouch. When her gaze fell back on the man, it was filled with loathing.

On the other side of the stream, her viewers wanted to climb through the screen to shake her. Stop stalling!

Jiang Pengji was unaware of her viewers' impatience and she undid the cord at the man's waist. She removed a hard bundle from his lapels and gave the item a squeeze. It felt like a small bamboo scroll.

Hongjun Laozude Juhua: "Host, host, host. What's written on it?"

Mofashaonu Afeng: "It looks like a list of names. I think I saw something. Hm… I think it's a record of who stays where and their ages… But the super ugly handwriting at the bottom is hard to read. Did the host uncover some secret society's secret?"