Chapter 112: Can't Drink Much, Sitting at the Kid's Table

An old temple.

Crumbled walls and pillars, wild weeds growing sporadically, dry leaves piled high, the courtyard wall had been unknowingly taken by some simple-minded villagers to build a house back home.

Lu Bei and Fox San were not here to sleep, they didn't care about not finding a ruined house. They squatted in the corner of the wall and made do with what they had.

"Little bro, you sit tight, it's not dawn yet, we got plenty of time. I'll go set up a few surprises. When that Mu lot arrives, I'll give her a show of strength." Having hurriedly eaten, Fox San stood up and went in the direction of the outer courtyard.

As a magician, Fox San had a deep understanding of arrays and traps. Coupled with his cunning nature, he was very good at setting up traps to harm people.