Jie Shu didn't find anything wrong, but when he saw Zhao Xishi smiling at him with amusement, neither admitting nor denying, he frowned in surprise.
You guessed wrong, she's not Cheng Shi?
Jie Shu only knew that Cheng Shi must have been involved in this plan, but he couldn't be sure who Cheng Shi was or whether Cheng Shi was even present.
He was a little slow today, far less astute than usual. He didn't know that this was the work of "chaos," and only thought that the other party was hiding it very well.
Jie Shu looked around for a moment, and seeing that everyone had their eyes closed and were silent, he frowned again and fell into deep thought.
The rooftop fell silent once more.
The silence did not last long. Soon after, the spacetime on the rooftop experienced violent fluctuations, and the spacetime passage that Jieshu had left on the rooftop shattered.
Immediately afterwards, a "click" came from the stairwell leading to the roof of the abandoned high-rise building.
A hand pushed open an ordinary wooden door.
The four people outside the door opened their eyes in response, looking at the man who dragged the charred corpse in with different expressions.
They said they were looking at the man, but they were actually observing the charred corpse in the man's hand. Clearly, it was not the corpse of the Fate Weaver.
The assassination attempt failed, but the plan to set the fire on the ground succeeded.
Because the returning shadow had brought Cheng Shi all the memories of the world beyond.
Cheng Shi breathed a sigh of relief; all that remained was to rescue Longjing and Zhao Qian.
As for the master of sorcery who returned alive... no one cared.
Even the experts say this is an experiment to verify the theory of the connection between spacetime traces. So the fact that the target returned safely means that the wise man has gained something from this experiment.
The four people present instantly reached a tacit understanding, and Longjing on the far left sighed: "Looks like bad news."
Zhao Xishi, on the far right, scoffed and turned to leave.
Mo Shu, who had been unusually quiet in the middle, and Jie Shu, who had anticipated this, stared at the man who had entered for a while, and then said at the same time:
"Who's coming?"
"You're coming?"
Jie Shu wanted to extricate himself, but Mo Shu disagreed.
Longjing smiled knowingly, feeling that he had to contribute something to this plan, and said:
"I'll handle it, I'll take care of it."
Jie Shu scoffed and vanished in an instant, with Mo Shu following closely behind, disappearing from sight.
Longjing whistled as he threw the charred corpse of Su Yida, who died with his eyes wide open, off the high-rise building.
Beneath the high-rise building, Zhang Jizu, who had been waiting for a long time, rummaged through the charred corpse that had fallen in front of him and found the attached wood, quietly reviving the soul attached to it.
When the real Longjing opened its eyes again and stood before the tomb keeper once more, he laughed heartily, patted Zhang Jizu on the shoulder, and said:
"Old Zhang, it's been a long time."
Zhang Jizu squinted and smiled back: "It's only been 3 days and 4 hours since the last clown gathering. This should be the shortest interval since we met again. It's not a long time."
"......"
Longjing's smile froze instantly, and her expression became quite interesting.
"Old Zhang, you're such a boring person."
"Never mind, let's save them first."
When it came to saving lives, Zhang Jizu's smile faded slightly, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he said in a deep voice:
"Something went wrong, this person... can't be saved."
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