After Huang Buren left.
Feng Fuce gently waved his sleeve.
An invisible light spread out.
He led her out of the wardrobe.
Zhi'er exhaled a breath: "You used an illusion spell, you should have told me earlier, you made me so nervous!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "You didn't give me a chance to speak. I was about to tell you when you stuffed mushrooms into my mouth."
Zhi'er remembered how close they were just now and her face turned as red as if rouge had been spilled.
She muttered defensively: "Next time, speak faster, and I won't stuff anything."
Feng Fuce naturally held her hand and walked out.
Zhi'er asked, "They just mentioned a sacrifice. Normally, a ritual isn't afraid of being discovered, which means there's probably something wrong with the sacrifice."
"Are we going to catch them now and question them, or should we wait until tomorrow to catch them in the act?"
