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Wanyao Long got up and walked towards the door, clearly intending to leave right away. "It's so late; do you really want to go now? Why not rest for the night and set off in the morning?" I tried to persuade him.
Hearing this, Yao Long paused and turned back with a slight smile. Just as he was about to speak, Death Apostle interjected, "Don't worry. Yao Long has been with me for so long; I trust he has his own plans. Let him go."
With that, Death Apostle nodded at Yao Long, who understood and quietly opened the door and left.
At that moment, only Death Apostle and I remained in the living room, sitting on the sofa while he still held that piece of letter paper in his hand.
"Black Soldier has spirit, transforming into a dragon... slaying the path... Black Soldier... dragon..." He seemed to be deep in thought, leaning back on the sofa and murmuring to himself.
I sat beside him, afraid to interrupt his train of thought and hesitant to ask questions, so I quietly waited in silence.
Time passed slowly, and the clock on the wall had already struck midnight. Suddenly, Death Apostle sat up straight and said to me, "I remember now; it was indeed those who slayed Dao that assassinated Cangdi and Cangjie. That's why they are called 'Slayers,' hence the path of slaying the emperor."
"Are you sure?!" I asked in astonishment. I never expected these people were responsible for the death of the ancient Cangdi. "So they refuse to reveal their true origins; it turns out it's like this," I murmured to myself.
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be so. However, it seems that the Slayers are now few in number and no longer possess their former strength. But..." Death Apostle appeared hesitant, slowly placing the letter paper on the tea table in front of him.
"But what?" I pressed for more information.
Death Apostle did not rush to answer my question; instead, he pondered for a moment before slowly speaking again. "Since the Slayers killed Cangdi, and Cangdi is considered the ancestor of Yin-Yang Technique, strictly speaking, he should have enmity with those Yin Masters and Yang Masters. Why then would they not take this opportunity to eliminate you, who possesses Void Spirit within you? Instead, they choose to help you eliminate danger."
His words left me puzzled as well. Just as he said, if Cangdi was indeed the founder of Yin-Yang Technique, then Yin Masters and Yang Masters must have an inseparable connection with Cangdi. Given this, it was baffling that the Slayers killed Cangdi yet did not eliminate me, who was related to Yin-Yang Technique.
"Since we've thought of this issue and Yao Long and I are planning to visit the place mentioned in the letter anyway, perhaps we might encounter members of the Slayers there. At that time, I can directly address this question with them; maybe we can uncover the reason behind it."
"Let's hope so," the Death Apostle said as he stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the stars in the sky. "It's getting late; you should go rest. Who knows, Ming Yao Long might return soon, and then you both will need to set off for Yunpo Mountain together."
"Alright, I'll head back to my room then. You should get some rest too," I replied before getting up and heading toward the bathroom.
After washing up, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. For some reason, I felt like there were new wrinkles on my face, making me appear somewhat worn.
"It seems I've really been overworking myself lately. I need to find some time to rest properly," I thought as I splashed some water on my face a few more times before heading back to bed.
The next day, before I could fully wake up, a sudden ringing of the phone startled me. It had been a while since I heard a phone ring, and it made me jump out of bed in panic, looking around frantically. "Who! Who is it?!"
After a moment, I turned around and noticed my phone beside the pillow was lit up, displaying a call from Yao Long.
"Oh, it's just a phone call. That scared me to death," I muttered as I wiped my face to wake myself up a bit more. I reached for the phone and answered, "Hello, Yao Long?"
There was no response on the other end; it was eerily silent. "Hello?! Yao Long, is that you?!" I asked nervously while checking the screen again. It showed that the call was connected, with time ticking away normally.
"Could it be that Yao Long accidentally dialed my number?" I wondered aloud before hanging up and redialing.
As the phone rang with a series of beeps in my ear, my heart raced with anxiety, fearing something might have happened to Yao Long.
Just as the call was about to disconnect due to no answer, someone finally picked up. Yet there was still an unsettling silence on the line.
"Hello?! Yao Long, say something! Is your phone broken already?!" I urged impatiently.
"I..." Suddenly, I heard a voice on the other end, but it was accompanied by intense static noise that drowned out what they were saying. The chaotic crackling completely obscured their words.
“Yao Long? It seems like your signal isn't very good. What are you thinking... Why don't you send me a text message instead?” I raised my voice, but before I could finish, the static sound abruptly stopped, as if the other party had hung up.
Seeing this, I quickly brought my phone back to my eyes. The call had already ended. When I tried to call back, all I heard was the cold automated response: “The user you are trying to reach is not in the service area. Please try again later.”
“What?! Not in the service area?! Where on earth has Yao Long gone?” Frustrated, I tossed my phone aside and hurriedly got dressed, preparing to head out and see if Death Apostle had received any news. After all, when I saved Yao Long's number last night, it seemed that Death Apostle had also saved his number at the same time.
I knew something must have happened to Yao Long, and he must have called to tell me something important. With that thought in mind, I opened the door and stepped outside. It wasn't fully bright yet; the room felt somewhat dim, but the living room lights were on, indicating that Death Apostle was already awake.
As I walked into the living room, I saw Li Zhisheng, Hu Fang, and Death Apostle sitting on the sofa, all holding their phones as if waiting for something.
“What are you all doing? Did Yao Long call you too?” I asked incredulously. Because when Li Zhisheng and I accompanied Yao Long to get a phone card yesterday, only Li Zhisheng saved his number on the spot while Death Apostle and I saved it later. As for Hu Fang, she shouldn’t have Yao Long's number at all.
Hearing my question, the three sitting on the sofa looked up at me in unison. Li Zhisheng then said to me, “Did you also receive a call from Yao Long?”
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