Outside Qing'an Temple at eight o'clock, it was still bustling with people and full of tourists.
So Liu Yifan didn't see Lu Zheng, just with a pale face, a faint whiff of alcohol in his breath, staggering towards the temple gate.
Lu Zheng smiled slightly, approached Liu Yifan from the side, making a gesture with one hand and took out the Brass Bell with the other.
"Jingle — Jingle —"
Liu Yifan frowned, feeling the bell sound was quite piercing, he was about to search for the sound source to scold it, but suddenly felt a chill all over his body.
This chill was exactly the same as he felt the last few times he ran into that Ghost Infant, something he remembered vividly.
With a sudden shiver, Liu Yifan felt he instantly sobered up.
Looking around, aside from a somewhat familiar-looking back, he didn't see the figure of that Ghost.
"Damn! It's late autumn, the days are getting darker earlier, won't that Ghost Infant come out earlier too!"
