Old Master Si squinted his eyes.
"You mean, we are highly suspicious."
Gu Jianlin, supporting the golden mask, descended the stairs, his half-wet black hair still dripping, as if he had just finished a bath to prepare for bed. However, his voice was emotionless: "Or are you suspecting me."
Moon Princess crossed her arms and rolled her eyes silently behind him.
You were told to speak less, but you just wouldn't listen.
Suddenly, she saw a figure in a black robe in the living room.
That was a Pseudo Ancestor from Buzhou Mountain, who seemed to be sniffing something in the air, his gaze growing increasingly cold.
At that moment, she understood.
Gu Jianlin wasn't being willful or disobedient; he too had seen that Pseudo Ancestor from Buzhou Mountain.
Clearly, this guy was searching for something, and there were clues to follow.
After Gu Jianlin's true form got injured, he did bleed, and there was a blood-stained hoodie.
