I couldn't help but pull my arm back. I wasn't scared; it was just an instinctive twitch.

But the thing on his arm terrified Lao Dao.

"Brother Chen, is that a eagle owl?"

Old Dao was so frightened that his legs trembled, and you could hear the fear in his voice.

I nodded and told him that this was what the eagle owl statue looked like, but I didn't know why it had ended up on me.

"Brother Chen, you'll be alright, right?"

It's obvious that Lao Dao really cares about me.

Although I know this concern stems from fear of me.

"I don't feel any discomfort at the moment, on the contrary, I feel quite comfortable. You can touch it if you don't believe me."

I offered my arm.

I wasn't lying to him. Although the tattoo appeared very abruptly, it made me feel very comfortable.

It was as if he was meant to be here, as if he were a part of my body.

I stretched out my arm, and Lao Dao touched it out of curiosity.

"Hehe, it really is! If this were outside, people would definitely think it was a tattoo!"

Old Dao touched it and felt it was no different from a regular tattoo, so he smiled in relief.

Holy crap!

Suddenly, Lao Dao shouted, almost deafening me.

"Damn it! Why are you making such a fuss!" I yelled irritably, but as soon as I finished, I realized something was wrong.

The original eagle owl tattoo was dark green, but the eyes turned red, like blood.

At the same time, the eagle owl tattoo became more realistic, it really felt like an owl appeared on my skin.

It was less of a tattoo and more of a living thing. Old Dao stammered, "Brother Chen, your tattoo is alive...!"

Lao Dao has been through too much lately, and his mentality can no longer withstand this kind of stimulation.

Besides, the tattoo on my body is already scary.

I pulled my arm back and touched the tattoo. It was nice; the fuzzy texture made my hair stand on end—it was a primal instinct.

I wasn't scared, but my body reacted.

"Brother Chen, let's think of a way to solve this as soon as possible. I have a feeling this thing is a bit strange."

Old Dao rubbed his hands together, and after a long pause, he gave this suggestion.

I rolled my eyes. I said, "What the hell don't I know this thing is weird?" But the problem is, what can I do about it?

Old Dao could only laugh awkwardly. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him: "Brother, why don't you just cut off this arm? It's really weird. Look at that TV series, the protagonist Zhou Weiguo cut off an arm, and it didn't affect anything."

I'll fuck your mother!

After I cursed him, Lao Dao quieted down.

I rolled up my sleeve to cover it up, and gave Old Knife a meaningful look.

Because I can feel that the area covered by this tattoo seems to be expanding little by little.

We need to investigate the truth as soon as possible. I have a feeling that the secret of this tattoo will be revealed after I meet Xu Feng.

As of now, I can confirm that this tattoo poses no threat to me.

We left Lao Dao's place and walked for a long time before finally arriving at the place Ant had given us.

This place is in a similar situation to Lao Dao's unfinished building; the two places are not far apart and form a triangular arrangement.

"What is that ant doing here! He's so close, he might as well come and find me!"

Old Dao muttered to himself.

The two places are indeed very close to each other. From Lao Dao's perspective, the ants shouldn't be here.

"Oh? Didn't you call me to say there was a problem with the ants?"

I was stunned for a moment. Could it be that the person who called me before wasn't Lao Dao?

"Hey, Brother Chen, my place is so cramped, even charging is a hassle. My phone just turned off not long after you left! You should know my situation, Brother Chen!"

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he took out his phone and showed it to me.

Looking back, I remember that from the moment I met Lao Dao, I never saw him take out his phone.

So who made this call?

"The reason I came to see you is because you suddenly called me and said that Ant Group was unreliable, so I came here. A lot of things happened along the way."

I showed my phone to Lao Dao and also let him see the call log.

I stared into Lao Dao's eyes, but I couldn't discern his true thoughts from them.

Old Dao was probably terrified too, and he trembled as he took a few steps back: "Brother Chen, you didn't encounter a ghost, did you?"

Because the phone number in the call log is his, it can't be faked.

My phone has an automatic recording function, and seeing that he didn't quite believe me, I played the call log for him.

At this moment, Lao Dao was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

"Fine, whatever the case, the outcome is good. Between you and the ant, there must be a problem. Since you're not the problem, it must be the ant! Let's go!"

I broke the silence and prepared to go check on the ants first. Of course, there was something I didn't say: it's possible that both of them have problems.

"good!"

Old Dao is very obedient now, following closely behind me.

About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the location the ants had given us.

This isn't some abandoned building or anything like that; it's just an ordinary little house. After all, this is the suburbs, and it's probably not developed into this area yet.

The door of the small house was a plain red color, but the door knocker was not in the shape of an animal, but in the shape of a fox!

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