The text refreshed, and Yang Qizhou fell into thought.
The ’Seeker’ ga character was inside the Justice Temple, clearly aware of the curse that accompanies the ’god’ indefinitely. Yet, she still actively offered to accept the guidance of the God of Justice and search for the Taboo Treasure in the House of Truth.
It seems that compared to the horrifying negative effects, she desires the power of the divine even more...
It’s hard to say if the player behind ’Seeker’ feels the sa way.
"Love that you walk alone through the dark alley, love that you refuse to kneel, love that you’ve confronted despair, and won’t shed a single tear." A lively tune suddenly played, interrupting Yang Qizhou’s train of thought.
He looked a bit strange as he said, "You really like this song, this song, this song..."
The words ’children’s song’ ultimately never left his mouth.
The Seeker caught on to what Yang Qizhou wanted to say, thought for a mont, and responded, "Although this song has circulated broadly among students aged seven to twenty, I have to admit the lyrics are impactful. Music transcends boundaries; a good song is simply a good song, and that sentint doesn’t change because of my family’s noble background, does it?"
Yang Qizhou nodded in agreent, "That’s true, because I also really like this song."
After a pause, Yang Qizhou suddenly felt a bit mischievous and teased, "Seeker, would this count as us having a shared hobby?"
Wait, am I being teased?
The enigmatic lamp holder actually has this unexpected side to them—like, like, like...
"Your phone’s been ringing for quite a while; are you not planning to answer it?" Seeing that his companion sitting on the sa sofa hadn’t moved for so ti, Yang Qizhou reminded them.
Seeker indeed didn’t intend to answer the call. Her ga character had already reached the Justice Temple and had t the God of Justice. The storyline was turning toward the critical mont of obtaining the Taboo Treasure—nothing else could take precedence over this.
She took out her phone, intending to hang up the call...
But when she saw the number displayed, her eyes narrowed slightly. After so thought, she said to Yang Qizhou, "Apologies, lamp holder, I’ll need to step out to take this call."
"Suit yourself; it’s your freedom," Yang Qizhou said casually, spreading his hands. Yet inwardly, he was intensely curious. It was obvious Seeker originally planned not to take any calls. But seeing this number changed her mind.
Who could be calling her?
A parent?
A boyfriend?
If the Seeker isn’t single, then I’ll unbind the Destiny Chain effect right away and stop playing with her.
While this thought crossed his mind, Yang Qizhou watched Seeker walk back with light, nimble steps. The entire process hadn’t even taken five minutes. He couldn’t help but comnt, "So fast?"
’Seeker’ appeared slightly strange in expression,
"Yeah."
Yang Qizhou thought for a mont and tentatively asked, "Who was calling you? Judging by your reaction, it seed quite important."
"An intelligence dealer. Not the regular kind of information—it’s intel specific to our supernatural field. I previously asked him to keep an eye on a hidden organization, and I didn’t expect news to arrive so quickly."
Without knowing Yang Qizhou’s convoluted inner thoughts, Seeker casually explained.
Ah, so it wasn’t a boyfriend. Hmm, okay, not a parent either. But it turns out to involve intel about the Deceit World circles—no wonder she temporarily set aside the ga to take the call.
While Yang Qizhou was mulling over this, a voice with so deeper aning broke through, "Lamp holder, to be honest, this intel was sothing I had looked into for you."
"...?"
Yang Qizhou pointed at himself, looking a bit bewildered.
"Didn’t you previously ask Zhou Xu about the hidden organization ’Dark Star Mont’? He passed that ssage along to . I figured it wouldn’t take much effort, so I asked the intelligence dealer to look into it during a spare mont." Seeker tried to keep her tone calm, but there was an unavoidable tremble in her voice.
Although she had only done this as a way to get closer to the mysterious lamp holder, the implication of acting on a single comnt was hard to ignore, stirring up a bit of nervousness within her.
"Dark Star Mont?"
Most of Yang Qizhou’s attention instantly turned toward this information. Thinking of that ’Dark Star,’ whose extensive harem seed to surround them in so idyllic harmony, yet still ca seeking Yang’s help—it was hard not to want to punch the guy. Hearing the intel was related to him imdiately woke his curiosity. "What did you hear? Don’t tell ’Dark Star’s’ harem finally went into open conflict, and he’s getting slashed left and right. That would be sweet justice."
Seeker’s expression grew more peculiar as she replied, "How did you know? Do you, by any chance, have talents in divination or prediction?"
"What do I know...?"
Yang Qizhou initially struggled to process her words. Then his eyes widened, pupils filled with shock. "Wait, are you saying ’Dark Star’s’ harem actually imploded—chaos erupted—and his lovers are... turning their blades on him?"
There were so many ridiculous tropes to sift through that Seeker needed quite so ti to unpack Yang Qizhou’s remarks. After sorting it out, she nodded, her expression growing even stranger.
"According to the intelligence dealer, just over half an hour ago, near the subway entrance on Changling Road at Line 2, a shocking massacre took place. More than ten innocent bystanders were injured or killed, and over forty onlooking civilians suffered permanent psychological trauma, ending up with ntal disorders and being sent to Zhongshan ntal Hospital for treatnt. Thankfully, the station wasn’t crowded at the ti; otherwise, the impact could’ve been far worse."
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