At five in the afternoon, at the entrance of a residential area.
Zhou Li stood by the roadside with a backpack, constantly hearing voices in his ear.
"Hong Ran must hold a high position among the demons, right?"
"Why do I feel that her aura isn't very strong?"
"I heard that cat say that Hong Ran seems to have a pretty high office. How do these demons choose their officials?"
"Do you think I could do it?"
Zhou Li took out his phone to check the time.
Before long, an old-model white Bentley drove over and stopped in front of them.
A tall man in a black suit with a pale face got out from the driver's seat, seemingly ready to open the door for them.
But the two had already opened the door and gotten in by themselves.
So he sat back in the driver's seat.
Today, Hong Ran wore a plain Ming Dynasty attire cloak, not as luxurious and noble as last time, resembling a young lady from a scholarly family. She turned around and pinched Zhou Li's cheek.
"I finally get to see you."
