Eighty-one. The Shadow in the Wall

A carriage slowly stopped on a dark street.

The sparse candlelight shone through some residential windows, but most of the windows were pitch-black. In a world where darkness equaled danger, this often meant that no one lived inside.

Number 103 Oak Street, the client's residence. Under the tall courtyard wall, a carriage quietly stopped not far away, and the residential windows behind the courtyard wall were dark, without a single light on.

"Are we late... or has it already ended?"

Outside the carriage, Lu Li, holding an oil lamp, murmured to himself.

The former meant the client had been killed, the latter meant other exorcists had beaten him to the punch.

Anna couldn't understand the difference between the two, sitting on the side with her head tilted.

"Can you feel the presence of your kind inside?" Lu Li asked, turning his head.

"I can't feel anything..." Anna shook her head slightly.