The dinner party began.
Because of Bai Yanliang’s words, Song Que paid special attention to that elegantly dressed man in a suit.
"You keep an eye on things here, and I’ll check out the upper floors."
Bai Yanliang greeted him.
"Okay, let’s agree on a ti to et back at the deck we were just on." Song Que turned his head to look at Bai Yanliang beside him.
For so reason, he felt that this Bai Yanliang had a lot on his mind.
It made him even harder to fathom.
Perhaps... it was related to his recent disappearance for such a long period?
He must find an opportunity to ask him carefully, where exactly he had been during this ti.
"Forty minutes later." Bai Yanliang said, ready to leave, but was stopped by Song Que.
"Wait," Song Que hesitated, "I feel that the key to this task lies with the woman just now, and now Yu Wenxuan has gone out alone with her. If... if he is hiding sothing from us..."
"Trust him." Bai Yanliang’s response didn’t pause for even half a second.
"You know his character; he would definitely do sothing self-serving..."
"Has he ever hard us?" Bai Yanliang interrupted Song Que before he finished, "Think carefully. Although his character seems terrible, from beginning to end, he has never hard anyone in Wuji. As far as I know, he has even saved people."
"Really?" Song Que looked at Bai Yanliang in disbelief, "He saved soone?"
"Song Que..." Bai Yanliang stared at him, not speaking for a long while.
"What is it?" Bai Yanliang rarely hesitated like this, and Song Que really wanted to know what he was trying to say.
"Are we... friends?" Asking this question seed to exhaust all of Bai Yanliang’s strength.
This surprised Song Que greatly. After all the hesitation, Bai Yanliang had finally managed to ask this?
He nodded without hesitation, "Of course we are! Is there any bond in this world stronger than sharing life and death together?"
Bai Yanliang’s lips moved slightly, very subtly, but very genuinely: "Really..."
"What’s wrong with your face? Is it cramping?" Song Que curiously looked at him.
He never used to smile like this. He used to smile warmly and heartily, making people feel good.
Nothing like now, stiff and awkward, like he had never smiled in his life.
"Actually... I consider you all friends..."
Bai Yanliang exhaled. It was only at this mont that he made up his mind about what he had to do...
"Before you thoroughly understand a person, don’t view them with malice. Yu Wenxuan is trustworthy."
Saying that, Bai Yanliang waved his hand and left the hall.
Yu Wenxuan... is he trustworthy?
Song Que was unsure; in fact, he wasn’t even sure about Bai Yanliang’s true identity.
Maybe he really was a ghost?
But... so what?
Without Bai Yanliang, he would have died long ago in the New Moon Departnt Store...
If he says he’s trustworthy, then believe it!
Song Que lightly tapped his head, shaking off the botherso thoughts.
He watched the gentleman in the suit.
The man held a wine glass, mingling among won of various kinds, but why did Bai Yanliang say... he was about to die?
Had he missed sothing earlier?
Just as Song Que was thinking this, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.
"Oh—"
"Oh my God—"
"Haha, sir, you are so amusing..."
Song Que imdiately looked towards the commotion.
It turned out the man in the suit accidentally tripped and fell.
He looked incredibly embarrassed, quickly standing up and tidying his clothes.
At that mont!
"Bang—"
The chandelier above his head suddenly crashed down, shattering on the floor!
"Ah!"
Won scread and exclaid in shock.
The man’s face went a little pale.
He stared dazedly at the chandelier shattered on the ground, that exact spot... was where he had just fallen.
If he had taken just a second longer to get up, he would have been...
The sharp iron spikes at the bottom of the chandelier made him shiver, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
But he still tried his best to maintain his composure, reassuring the won around.
"It’s okay, it was just an accident..."
"Sir, please step aside."
A waiter imdiately approached with tools, prepared to clean up.
As he turned his head, an extrely sharp iron tool enlarged in front of him! It almost pierced his eyes!
He suddenly jerked his head back, narrowly avoiding it!
"What are you doing!"
He was angry, his face pale, lips trembling uncontrollably; he could hardly maintain his composure.
"Do you realize that your cleaning tool almost stabbed my eye!"
"Sorry, sorry... Sir, it wasn’t intentional..."
The waiter kept bowing in apology, not daring to raise his head even once.
Feeling the gazes of the people around, he finally realized that his actions were not very dignified.
"Be careful in the future!" He glared angrily at the waiter.
"Yes, I will be careful, sir..."
The waiter said sincerely.
"Hmph." He tidied his clothes, striding to leave the dinner party.
He completely lost the mood for romance; sothing had felt off around him since earlier...
What a misfortune...
As he walked, he suddenly felt his calf go weak, tripping onto the table!
The table in front of him was full of Western pastries, and where he fell was right in front of a giant cake.
Damn... about to make a fool of himself again.
Looking at the cake enlarging before his eyes, only one thought crossed his mind.
Sure enough.
Being the focus of attention at that ti, he was imdiately noticed as he fell into the cake.
The young ladies who had been startled by the falling chandelier were now giggling with their hands covering their mouths.
The n laughed heartily at him.
Even Song Que almost couldn’t help but chuckle.
This person... is really unlucky, isn’t he?
"Hey..." People around him laughed and teased, "Get up, sir. Is the cake that attractive to you?"
The man in the suit had his head buried in the giant cake, not moving for a long ti.
Could there be any danger from falling into a cake?
Absolutely not.
But gradually... people felt sothing was wrong.
"Look at his neck! It’s like he’s trying really hard to get up!"
People around him looked at him in confusion.
Song Que’s heart tightened, the man’s neck was already red with veins popping out, and his arms pressed against the table, clearly exerting himself.
Everyone realized that sothing was definitely wrong!
"Quick, pull him up!" Song Que imdiately shouted.
People exchanged glances, the situation so abnormal it frightened them, as if... there was an invisible force by the table, pressing him down into the cake.
"Damn it..." Song Que rushed over, grabbing the man’s back collar and pulling hard.
Such an eerie force...
Upon contact, Song Que shivered, feeling a trendous force pressing down on the man in the suit!
Song Que imdiately realized that pulling him up was definitely not sothing he could do alone.
"Help !" Song Que glared angrily at the people around, roaring.
"This..."
"I..."
The elegant people looked at each other, and for a mont, the entire hall was incredibly quiet.
Just as Song Que was about to call the scared waiter over to help, he suddenly felt the trendous force loosen, and the man was pulled up!
Song Que stumbled, falling to the ground with the man.
Fortunately, he finally pulled him up.
He had just thought that when his gaze unintentionally landed...
The man in the suit lay limply on the ground, his face covered with ridiculous cake frosting, except for a pair of eyes, filled with fear and resentnt, staring forward, not knowing who he was looking at...
He was already dead.
Suffocated by the frosting.
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