The setting sun resembled blood, dyeing the edge of the sky a deep, bruised crimson.
The figures of Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye were drawn out into long, thin silhouettes, drifting across the wasteland like a pair of lonely ghosts.
"The trail is dead," Ye Shuli muttered irritably, kicking a stone aside with a frustrated sweep of her foot. Her tone was dripping with defeat. "How deep is this mastermind hiding anyway? Their stealth skills are practically better than mine when I stash my secret money!"
Chapter 296