What could Hu Ma say? Of course — yes, yes, yes.
The moment he heard that Codename Erguotou had come into contact with that sort of thing, unease gnawed at him.
Still, when he saw Miss White Grape Wine give Erguotou enough warnings and plan to cooperate with him in studying it, he felt a little calmer.
At least, for now, he didn’t have to worry that his brother Erguotou might one day, in some flash, turn into that kind of grotesque, uncanny thing…
Yet the doubt in his heart didn’t quite go away.
That kind of thing — as the heir of the Hu family who suppresses demons, he himself had never even heard of it.
Others assumed it was something of his family’s, yet he was one of the most terrified people on earth of all such things…
It was simply too strange.
But now that the transmigrators were only just beginning, boldly learning some things they’d never had the chance to touch before, these odd problems would likely appear more and more.
Hu Ma adjusted his mood and stuck to the original plan: get the stage set for this show first.
By the time he counted the hours, it was about right.
Since the payment for hiring someone to take the risk had already been sent, he planned to set off ahead.
Before leaving he went to see Aunt Zhang, asking her to temporarily close the ritual platform and stop calling names for now.