Xie Liuhai lingered in the room for a while but eventually still walked out.
He didn't want to stay in this place any longer; everything in the room felt somewhat oppressive to him.
The two men following him then also walked out.
The dim candlelight illuminated the old residential house.
"Brother Hai, what do we do now?" The injured man asked, his face pale from the loss of blood.
Xie Liuhai went to the door, checked the horizontal bolt again to make sure it was locked tight, and then said, "Seal that room up, let's rest up nicely tonight, and we'll set off tomorrow."
The two men nodded, went over, and directly sealed the room door.
The three of them then tidied things up a bit in another room.
This room actually had two wooden plank beds, and the bedding on them was somewhat musty. They shook out the bedding a little and it was okay enough to sleep in.
