Chapter 672

It wasn't until nightfall that the cars Madison and the Salles were in arrived at a cemetery on the outskirts of Deatropolis. A few dozen cars parked on the side of the road. Madison got out of the car. Wilson led Perry over to Madison's side. "The cemetery here has an excellent geomantic layout," he observed. "Would the evil ghost have come here?" "When you fought her, I used a tracking talisman to pin down her negative energy," explained Madison. "She's here." Wilson nodded. "Not only were you standing back while Mr. Lowther was fighting, but you even took the opportunity to steal credit from him," Perry said in dissatisfaction. "Is that how your mentor taught you to act?" Before Madison could reply, Wilson was already shooting Perry a sharp look. "Shut up! You have no grounds to speak here. Just listen well, keep your eyes peeled, and don't speak out of line." The inexplicable feeling that Wilson was somehow deferring to Madison rose in Perry again. He subconsciously glanced