Chen Jingdao said, "Alright, Mr. Mei, I'll take my leave now."
He immediately used noise invisibility, but instead of moving in, he retreated.
Several seconds passed, and Mei Moke still did not take any action.
Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps Mei Moke had really become rational after drinking blood and regained his senses.
He was also worried that Mei Moke's previous rational demeanor was a ruse to lure him into attack range so that he could launch a surprise attack.
Chen Jing remained patient and waited a little longer.
Mei Moke is only at the Qi Realm, so he can't see through Chen Jing's invisibility. It's just unknown whether Mei Moke's aura also has the illusion-breaking ability of a warrior cultivator...
Mei Moke still didn't take any action, standing perfectly normal in the middle of the maggot-infested pile, the white tube behind him slapping against the wall and the ground.
Chen Jing finally put aside his doubts.
He lifted his foot and, under the cover of the noise, carefully made his way inside.
As he walked, Chen Jing suddenly noticed that the movement of a thin white tube seemed to follow a pattern.
The thin white tube extended from behind Mei Moke, dancing wildly on the wall as if writing.
Using the light emitted by the Mingguang Incense he had thrown out earlier, Chen Jing tried his best to identify it.
That was the liquid at the end of the white tube turning into ink, creating bloody writing.
The handwriting was messy and hurried, and it took Chen Jing a while to recognize the characters.
The blood-red ink wrote these words:
"Don't come in."
He is not me.
Hiss! Chen Jing felt a chill run through his body and instinctively stepped back, distancing himself from Mei Moke and the words.
He felt that the air around him had become cold and damp, soaking the clothes he was wearing under the silver cypress.
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