The crescent moon hung in the sky like a sharp, stiff hook. And the pitch-black night was like a limitless, thick smear of ink across the heavens, not even a glimmer of starlight peeking through.
Li Shuo, who had brought Su Nian to the graveyard again in the middle of the night, swallowed hard.
As the saying goes: a dark and windy night is a perfect time for murder and arson. And this particular night, for no reason at all, was giving him an ominous premonition.
"Heavenly Venerate… what are we going to do now?"
Su Nian glanced at him. "Of course… we're going to find your dad…"
Li Shuo froze. He was the first to be so direct about it, and hearing it put that way actually scared him a little.
"Are we… are we going to dig my dad up?"
Li Shuo whispered.
Then he muttered, "But I didn't bring a shovel."
Su Nian was speechless…
[Did I misunderstand what the streamer meant?]
