"Let's go meet up with Lao Dao now!"
I made a snap decision: no matter what happens this time, I must get to the bottom of the truth.
"Brother Chen, here's what we'll do: come find me over here, and I'll send you my location! I have an important clue, and it's not too far from Lao Dao's place."
The sound of ants could be heard from the other end of the phone, along with what seemed to be other sounds.
This unusual behavior caught my attention.
"Ant, do you have anyone else on your side?" I raised my voice slightly and asked accusingly.
"No, Brother Chen, I'm doing this entirely for your own good!"
The ant's voice became a little more steady, and even somewhat sincere.
Of course, I didn't feel any emotional reaction to this.
Without an earth spirit, I wouldn't have this kind of reaction that a normal person would have.
However, in order to get the ants to do things properly for me, I pretended to be very moved.
If the ants are being threatened, I'll definitely go check on them.
I started to wonder if someone was deliberately preventing me from continuing this investigation.
After hanging up the phone, Ant added me on WeChat and sent me his location, which was in a suburb in the west.
The location of Lao Dao and the other two places form a triangular formation, and the distance between them is not far.
"What is he doing here?" Looking at this spot, I felt a strange sense of unease.
But it doesn't matter, ordinary people can't hurt me for the time being.
I'm going to disguise myself again and go check on the ants first.
However, my phone rang again. I squinted and saw that it was Lao Dao calling.
Didn't Ant say they couldn't get in touch with Lao Dao just now?
Although it was strange, I still chose to answer the phone. It would be great if Lao Dao was alright.
"Hello, this is Chen Yan!" I shouted into the phone.
There was no response on the other end of the phone; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
I was a little angry and cursed, "Old Dao, stop playing the ghost, will you?"
There was still no response from the other end.
Suddenly, the sound of liquid dripping could be heard.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the frequency seems to match a heartbeat. Blood!
That was my first impression.
Even though it was through a phone, for some reason, this thought just kept popping into my head.
Immediately following was a heart-wrenching scream.
As the phone was dropped, something spherical rolled to the side of it.
I tried my best to appear worried and adjusted my tone: "Who are you? What did you do to Lao Dao?"
Perhaps my acting was too solid, because there was a slight tremor in my voice.
"Would someone without a spirit be afraid?"
On the other end of the phone, it sounded like someone picked up the phone first, and then they spoke to me.
The voice sounds a bit like Lao Dao, but not quite.
My eyes widened in disbelief.
Very few people know that I don't have an Earth Soul; at least Old Knife shouldn't know.
Before I could even ask a question, the voice rang out again: "Don't trust anyone! The people you see may not be real people, and the people you know may not be the people you know."
After saying some strange things, the person on the other end hung up the phone.
When I tried to call back, Lao Dao's phone was already switched off.
"Depend on!"
I couldn't help but curse.
What the hell is this?!
The ants' situation is strange, but Old Knife's is even stranger.
After thinking it over, I decided to go find Lao Dao first, since he was in a more urgent situation.
I want to see what's going on with Lao Dao.
Without saying a word, I prepared to take a taxi to the unfinished building.
But as soon as I told the driver the address, he gave me a strange look and told me to get out of the car.
After waiting for about half an hour, an old man finally agreed to help me.
I offered the old man a cigarette.
The old man tucked the packet behind his ear, took out a packet of He Tianxia cigarettes from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it earnestly.
"You said you were going to that unfinished building in the west, that's no good place!"
The experienced driver turned around and said this to me as he drove.
"What do you mean, Master?"
I glanced at the rearview mirror and then spoke.
I saw the old driver's face in the rearview mirror.
His face was fine, but his mouth was rotten and looked like the Joker from Gotham.
This is normal, because the driver had been chewing betel nuts since he got on the bus.
I've heard that people who chew betel nuts can get oral cancer, and they look no different from the old man now.
However, the old master's mouth looked as if someone had cut a deep gash in it with a knife.
Open an opening?
Thinking about this, I suddenly recalled the strange scene that Lao Dao had yesterday.
When Lao Dao said those words yesterday, his mouth was exactly the same as the old master's mouth in front of him.
"I'm sorry, young man, I startled you!"
The experienced craftsman probably sensed something was wrong with me and couldn't help but speak up.
This makes me even stranger.
Because my current appearance is even a bit older than this old master's, but he still calls me a young man.
This is really strange.
"What? Isn't that right? A person without a soul shouldn't be afraid. It's understandable that someone like you would go to the [Soul Burial Mound]."
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