In the quiet post station, there was a dead silence almost within reach.
A truly dreadful silence. Gu Shenwei immediately recalled that feeling when he was carrying corpses in Golden Roc Fort.
Maid Lotus was on guard against any possible dangers. She took out a small porcelain bottle, opened the lid and took a sniff. Then she raised it to Gu Shenwei's nose, regardless of whether he was willing or not.
Gu Shenwei took a quick whiff, and the smell of rancid salted fish rushed straight to his head.
Gu Shenwei was amazed at the fact that although Maid Lotus seemed thin, she always carried around with her endless bottles and bags. He also had a deeper understanding of the occult sciences from New Moon Hall.