Hu Ma really couldn't hold it any longer.
He hurried to connect with Miss Red Wine, and at the exact moment that wisp of fragrance threaded through the layers of dark-red mist and linked them, the sounds from outside fell away completely.
Only to the naked eye could one see beyond the dark-red haze: strands of aroma slithered like spiritual snakes, as if trying to come in.
It seemed quite a few of the reincarnates were trying to connect and communicate.
"The birth-spirit temple even does this?" Hu Ma, not very experienced with these things, found it novel.
But business first.
He turned to Miss Red Wine and asked, "Are all of you from Anzhou here?"
"…"
"Most of them have already arrived."
Miss Red Wine said lazily.
"A few are farther out; they've been notified and are hurrying back."
"That should be enough."
Hu Ma thought of the group of Anzhou reincarnates around Miss Red Wine.
He'd met many of them—people with skill and who could be relied on—so he hurried on, "I need someone to help me look into a few things. Could you find me some trustworthy folks?"