Lizi carefully recalled.
She truly had checked; that guy didn't have a trace of breath left... His head was crushed, brain matter splattered everywhere, dead beyond dead.
But she didn't think that what Leng Feng said was just fabricated... This inevitably made Lizi think that there was more than one similar to that guy—after all, this mysterious fog, no matter how you look at it, didn't seem like a natural phenomenon.
Lizi quietly placed her palm under the table—in her palm, a small, fluffy white ball emerged, then nimbly leapt from her palm and landed on the ground.
"Snow elf, scout around," Lizi whispered.
The white little furball swiftly slid to the corner of the wall and quietly slipped out of the inn.
Before long, Ren Ziling and Leng Feng walked over. Ren Ziling didn't say anything, just whispered, "For now, let's follow Major Leng Feng's arrangements and don't ask why, alright?"
Lizi nodded... Akiko hesitated for a moment, then agreed as well.
