Packing

From Old Man Xu's words, it was apparent he had regarded Zhang Lisheng as a person who practiced the Witchcraft's Gate of Sacrifice just like himself. The teenager, on the other hand, did not explain himself and merely listened to his nagging with half of his full attention. He constantly recalled the impression he had when he saw the living corpse just now and imprinted the memory deeply in his heart.

The two of them walked for a moment in the dark backlit corridor, heading two floors upstairs along a narrow staircase before coming to the door of a room with a label written with the words 'meeting room'.

"China National Mining Corporation opened this hotel and each team occupies one floor. The room is spacious, but this is also our last moment to enjoy it. We'll have to go to Cape Town to work ourselves to death in a few days time." As the old man was mumbling, he pushed the door open.