บท 1775: The Prophet

The showering raindrops were becoming even more intense.

Gu Qing Shan sat next to the pile of corpses fully focused on cooking something within a pot.

The old pixie was pacing back and forth while he used his stick as a walking cane.

"Why are you pacing back and forth?" Gu Qing Shan asked.

"I also need to calm myself down…" the old pixie muttered in reply.

"That's true" Gu Qing Shan agreed.

What had transpired just now contained too much information, with plenty of ramifications to consider.

Some of these ramifications couldn't even be considered, otherwise, it felt like his head would literally pop.

So Gu Qing Shan decided to stop himself and calm down.

-------he began to cook a meal.

"Why am I so unlucky, running into such a dangerous secret"