Su Nanzhi watched the sky darken rapidly, pondering over the thing that had been following her.
In front of her was a vortex that seamlessly blended into the night, the same one that had engulfed Jiang Beiyu before.
She had been staring at this vortex for several days.
This thing was different from the others; it didn't dissipate. It found a place to stay and appeared in Jiang Beiyu's room every night without a fixed time.
It was just like a thief casing a joint.
Su Nanzhi didn't know exactly what it was, but the environment inside it, which resembled the Underworld's border with the human world, greatly intrigued her.
Because she had to take Jiang Beiyu out last time, she hadn't thought about getting a clear look inside.
And she had been squatting on this thing for several days too.
Basically, the situation was like this: the stupid vortex kept its watch on Jiang Beiyu, and Su Nanzhi kept her eyes on it.
If it were to be expressed, it would probably be:
