Anna returned to the clifftop with news of the Ghost Prison's latest changes.
Evil spirits, wardens, Rope of Descent.
Anna did the right thing by not easily believing what the other party said, yet time was indeed running short.
Lu Li opened a little wooden box containing decayed flesh; no nauseating odor escaped from the tiny wooden box, it was closer to a Homogeneous Item, capable of attracting messengers.
Perhaps because Belfast had become ruins, crows were slower to arrive than before.
"Go call the merchant," Lu Li said to the crow.
The crow's dark eyes reflected everything from the refuge point, lowered its head to tear and swallow the decayed flesh, then spread its wings and flew out of the cave.
Twenty minutes later, the merchant entered the cave and stood silently in front of Lu Li, waiting to begin the trade.
"Tell me information about the Ghost Prison warden."
"1000 investigative points," a low offer resounded from behind the worn brown scarf.
