Faking Death C32
by MarineTLChapter 32: Thirty-Second Day of Being a Salted Fish "Drumming?" Geshu Qing thought for a moment and shook his head. "I didn't hear any sound." Lu Yuan lowered his eyes and nodded. He actually hadn't held much expectation to begin with. He had a premonition that the sound of those drums might hide many secrets, and what he had encountered was merely the tip of the iceberg. This had always made him feel a faint resistance toward the matter, a reluctance to get involved. It felt like it would…









