Some Were Happy, Some Were Worried
Editor: Henyee Translations
Based on the information which Song Qingshu had provided, Little Black had spent two days and two nights to obtain this lead. They had thought that this was a breakthrough in the matter, but they hadn't taken this step all the way through before this lead had derailed yet again… even Wang Ling vaguely felt that this was a pain in the ass.
The biggest problem now was where to start looking for Nüwa, this little mud-playing girl.
Of course, if he didn't have the talisman seal on, Wang Ling could use his aura to track down and lock onto their target. But that would led to a shutdown of electrical grids worldwide, which wasn't a result that Wang Ling wanted to see happen.
It was clear that the issue of the stone ghost mask was quite the sticky problem. Looking at these three vexed people, Boss Tan also became lost in deep thought. After a while, he took out an iron box from his drawer and gave it to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
"Boss Tan, this is…?"