"Incredible... incredible!" Zhou Mingxiao was almost in tears, his mouth twisting into a smile mixed with a sob as he said, "Chu, my little brother, you... you're my savior. I, Zhou Mingxiao, will never... never forget you!"
"You flatter me, Mr. Zhou. I just did what I should have." Faced with the compliments, Yang Xiao remained calm; those polite words were useless. What he needed were clues.
When Zhou Mingxiao caught his breath, he sat up and began to look around. Yang Xiao quickly explained, "No need to look. Wu Zhuo is dead. When I came back, a ghost was impersonating him. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the body."
"Good riddance. Useless thing, only causes trouble," Zhou Mingxiao said, panting heavily and without reservation. Although Yang Xiao spoke lightly, how could the seasoned player Zhou Mingxiao not know the risks involved.
