"Heh heh, sir, if there's anything you need, just give the order," the Posthouse Official's obsequious smile reminded Li Huowang of his own superiors.
"Go to sleep. Don't come near my room unless you have to."
"Then I'll take my leave, sir. If you need anything, just holler for old Wu. I'll be at your beck and call."
With a CREAK, the door closed. After Li Huowang secured the latch, he took the rain-soaked dry food from his bag and started nibbling on it.
Since Mantou wasn't there, he didn't dare to casually eat food from outside. One must always be wary of others, even in a posthouse within Liang State.
As he ate, Li Huowang suddenly stopped and looked at the back of his hand, which was scabbing over. It was as if something was moving underneath.
Upon closer inspection by candlelight, Li Huowang realized it was a very thin black tentacle, wriggling through his veins like an earthworm.
