Three characters were on it, clearly written and then deliberately blacked out. Those who could understand must know what it meant.
The Red Skirt Ghost took a step forward, easily breaking through the circle that was specifically designed for him.
He looked down at the clean paper note, held down by small stones. It clearly hadn't been left here for several days; it was freshly written today.
He stood in place, stunned for quite a while. Finally, he scoffed, "Little brat, so naive."
Then, he took a light sniff, and the three sticks of incense burned rapidly, their fragrance entirely absorbed by him.
He turned and left. After taking three steps, he looked around. No one was there, and no cameras were capturing the scene. So, he quietly picked up the paper note, folded it neatly, and tucked it away.
Avoiding the cameras, he carefully made his way into the residential area. This area was dominated by self-built houses with few cameras, and none of them were specialized.
