Since Yi Chen had already agreed to the trade, he naturally would not go back on his word.
The inn room.
Thirteen stood silently outside the door, not uttering a word.
Strange noises kept coming from inside the room, similar to the panting sounds of an old man.
Stephen Bone touched his ears with his white bone fingers, his death aura would become disorderly with too much excitement, and he needed to vent regularly to stabilize his condition, sounding like an old man gasping for air.
Although he appeared incredibly sleazy, one could see his obsession and heartfelt affection for his ears.
His sleaziness was confined to the touching of ears, which Yi Chen didn't mind at all, after all, he had experienced much worse in the orphanage.
After waiting for two hours and rather bored, Yi Chen tried to make conversation.
