“I advise you not to try and lie in front of me.”
Mr. Qian’s voice was cold, as if he were ready to strike at any moment.
“I remember, you’re Old Ye’s nephew, right?”
“Yes.”
The moment the answer left his lips, Mr. Qian lunged, his hand reaching for Qin Ye’s throat. Qin Ye dodged instinctively, but his speed was like a snail’s compared to Mr. Qian’s.
Mr. Qian squeezed his neck and said, “I told you before, don’t try to lie to me.”
“Even your identity is fake. Does Old Ye know, or have the two of you been in this together from the start?”
Qin Ye’s face turned a deep crimson from the lack of air. He beat frantically at Mr. Qian’s arm, signaling that he couldn't breathe, but Mr. Qian had no intention of letting go.
Finally, Qin Ye stopped hiding. His divinity erupted, forcibly prying the fingers open just enough to breathe. Mr. Qian’s expression didn't change at all, as if he had expected this all along.
“Such a young Demigod. You’re quite a rarity, even in all of Great Wei.”
“I’ll give you one last chance. Tell me your purpose, or else...”
Mr. Qian’s right hand tightened, crushing Qin Ye’s divinity until it distorted. The feeling of suffocation returned once more.
“Qian Min, you’re out of line!”
Qin Ye’s face twisted and shifted back to its original form.
“Hmm?”
Seeing the familiar face before him, Mr. Qian instinctively loosened his grip slightly, and Qin Ye finally got enough air.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Looking disheveled, Qin Ye glared at Mr. Qian.
“Let go already!”
Mr. Qian slowly released him, only to hear Qin Ye say, “I suspect I’m being manipulated. I was minding my own business in the dormitory today when I suddenly ended up here for no reason.”
Mr. Qian narrowed his eyes. He could sense that Qin Ye was telling the truth.
Qin Ye wasn't lying, though he had deliberately omitted certain details.
“Mr. Qian, shouldn't you be in Central City right now? Why are you here?”
Qin Ye really wanted to slap Qian Min and demand to know if he needed to report his every move. But he didn't dare, because the man in front of him was a Sequence 4!
“I have my own business to attend to. I can't tell you.”
Mr. Qian frowned, because this, too, was the truth.
While the two were talking, the sound of glass shattering rang out. Someone had jumped through a window to escape.
Mr. Qian didn't even move. Two chains materialized behind him and whistled toward the outside.
Like tentacles, the chains coiled around a man and a woman, dragging them back inside.
The man began shouting frantically when he saw Qin Ye.
“Don't worry about me! Run!”
“Long live the True God! I am willing to offer everything for the True God! Long live the True God!!!”
Hearing this, Mr. Qian turned his gaze back to Qin Ye, his brow furrowed.
“Run first? A coincidence?”
Qin Ye cursed inwardly. Those bastards from the Shadow Lotus Church!
When he was with the Shadow Lotus Church, he never used this face, so there was no way they could have recognized him. They were saying this purely to drag him down with them.
Thinking of this, he quickly said, “I don't know him at all. He’s just making wild accusations!”
Mr. Qian could tell this was also the truth, but he still asked, “Do you have a connection to the Shadow Lotus Church?”
“No.”
Lie!
Without giving Qin Ye time to think, Mr. Qian asked again, “Are you a member of the Shadow Lotus Church?”
“No.”
Still a lie!
Mr. Qian grabbed Qin Ye’s neck again.
“Sir, you’ll have to come with me.”
“Qian Min! You’re out of line! How dare you treat me like this!”
Qin Ye felt he had suffered a supreme humiliation.
“We can talk slowly back at the Security Bureau.”
“Trust me, I also hope all of this is false.”
...
Library.
Yin Yang’s breathing had steadied significantly. He had been watching through the blade-wielding ghost’s vision.
Although things had developed somewhat beyond his expectations, the result was decent. No matter what they were planning, having a Sequence 4 intervene would definitely throw a wrench in their works.
As for why he had the blade-wielding ghost follow the boy, the reason was simple: he could sense the boy had come into contact with his kidney, yet the kidney wasn't on him. Thus, Yin Yang wanted to know who else he had been in contact with.
“Maybe we should head back. I brought some medicine with me, including something for diarrhea.”
Liu Hong looked at Yin Yang with concern.
Yin Yang had come to the library for those two pieces of ‘heroic spirit food,’ but since they had been taken away, there was no reason to linger.
“Let’s go then.”
The two put the books back in their places.
The library had actually been closed since the evacuation, but because they were medical students here to support the city, the higher-ups had allowed them entry.
As they strolled along, Liu Hong’s nose twitched, and he suddenly said with delight, “That smells good. What is that?”
Yin Yang’s nose also twitched.
“Smells like meat buns.”
“Huh? Meat buns?”
Liu Hong looked toward a street corner where a bun shop was indeed open, the aroma of meat buns wafting out.
He let out a dry heave. “No, no... I can't stand the smell of meat right now.”
Yin Yang narrowed his eyes. “Don't you think it’s strange?”
“What?”
“Supplies have been brought in, but the resources for the common people are limited. Where did he get meat to make buns?”
Liu Hong heaved again and pointed at the bun stall. “You... you mean...”
“It’s possible.”
“Then what do we do?”
“I’ll go buy some buns and see what the filling is. You stay here and watch my hand signals.”
“If I gesture a three with my left hand, it’s human meat. Call Mr. Yu immediately and have him bring people.”
“And if it’s not human meat?”
“If it’s not human meat, I’ll just come back. Why even ask?”
Yin Yang gave him a speechless look and started toward the bun stall, but Liu Hong grabbed his wrist after just one step.
“Zheng Yang, I’m a transcendent. I should go! You stay here and make the call!”
Yin Yang looked at him. “Can you recognize human meat?”
“What kind of question is that? Am I not a medical student? My anatomy grades were quite good.”
“It’s minced filling.”
“...”
Liu Hong looked conflicted. Yin Yang smiled and took out his one-time transcendent item notebook.
“Don't worry, I’ll be fine. Just watch my left hand.”
“Alright, be careful!”
Yin Yang walked toward the bun stall. He hadn't been able to get Mr. Qian to discover this stall through ‘Ye Qin,’ so he would have to take action himself!
“Boss, how much for the buns?”
“Three yuan.”
“What’s the filling?”
“Pork.”
“I’ll take three.”
Not far away, Liu Hong gripped his phone, his finger hovering over Mr. Yu’s contact, ready to press it at a moment's notice.
...
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