"Mr. Lu, did you have something for me today?" Yang Xiao tried to appear calm. He had brought his gun, as well as that drama robe.
"Training," Lu Youdao turned around, and under the dim light, his ghostly face twisted even more. "Didn't Huang Qiang tell you?"
"Brother Huang is too busy; I think he must have forgotten." Yang Xiao tried to seem more relaxed, but he was certain that Lu Youdao's visit boded ill.
No, he was the visitor.
Lu Youdao pushed open the first door—the same room where they had trained last time. The setup was the same, with dark red curtains hanging all around, and a ghost camera with a wooden box exterior placed in the center.
Lu Youdao took a piece of velvet from his pocket and slowly wiped the lens of the ghost camera, while Yang Xiao stood behind him.