The phone kept ringing. There were also scratches on it, likely from Akasi's dagger strikes.
Tang Xian held the phone with surprise and scrutinized it carefully.
He found its material extrely unusual, feeling a sense of familiarity with the strange tallic texture. Was it specifically designed to withstand battle conditions?
Creating a durable phone wasn't difficult in terms of craftsmanship; the challenge was in the materials.
As for Constantine, listed in the phone directory, he seed unduly conspicuous.
Everything appeared too deliberate. With Xi He dead, the timing of this call was far too coincidental.
But just as Tang Xian was about to answer, that intense scent from Xi He's blood seed to drill into his brain.
His pupils contracted, and he exhibited an expression of pain once again.
The pain ca from within his brain. The phone clattered to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Akasi exclaid in alarm.
Tang Xian waved his hand, his consciousness quickly blurring. While he still could move, he pointed to the phone that continued to ring.
His head throbbed, his breaths were short, and it seed like many things began to erge in his consciousness once again.
He had already experienced this sensation once today. Although it wasn't unfamiliar, and he even knew what was about to happen, the pain from inside the brain was still incredibly difficult to endure.
Akasi caught on, understanding that Tang Xian wanted him to answer the call instead. But he wondered: who was Constantine?
The caller, insisting on reaching Xi He, seed extrely persistent.
The phone had been ringing continuously for dozens of tis without hanging up, as if determined to make soone answer.
Akasi didn't overthink it and chose to answer, only to be unexpectedly t with a conversation that left him stunned.
"Hello, I'm number Seven."
He was at a loss for words. This number Seven was, of course, not the Seven Akasi recalled.
The voice belonged to a young man, probably around the sa age as Tang Xian.
Akasi looked at Tang Xian with astonishnt, not knowing how to respond for a mont.
And at this mont, the voice from the phone made Akasi, Yuanwu Arkasi Tangsuoye and the others even more perplexed.
"Oh, I see the situation. You are his friend. The sudden ergence of mories can cause short-term dissociative episodes and confusion, even for us. I'll wait a bit longer."
Tang Xian clutched his head.
Yuanwu Arkasi Tangsuoye watched Tang Xian with concern. Tang Feiji had an 'aha' expression, suddenly grasping the importance of sleep. It must be due to a lack of rest that Tang Xian kept having headaches today.
Seeing Tang Xian in an unresponsive state, Akasi tried to communicate with the person on the phone, asking:
"Why do you call yourself number Seven? Isn't your na Constantine?"
"It's a bit complicated to explain. Although you might be his friends, I'm not sure if I can tell you these things. After all, there's a greater likelihood that you're more of his tools than his friends."
"Tools?"
Having been through life-or-death situations with Tang Xian a few tis, Akasi was sowhat offended by this comnt from "Seven."
"Yes, tools. If the person I know hasn't changed, then it's more likely that you're being used."
The voice on the phone carried a hint of mockery, but also a tinge of anticipation.
For "Seven," receiving the promised ssage after more than twenty years surely sparked curiosity.
For instance, what had soone gone through in those twenty years? After being taken away by that couple, what happened?
Maintaining an open line without speaking would make the silence awkward for both parties.
But Constantine wasn't embarrassed; he patiently waited for soone to speak up.
Only after about ten minutes of silence did Tang Xian finally co to his senses.
Those mories had also been smoothed over.
His expression changed subtly. Due to the mories that were so overwhelming, Tang Xian didn't know how to face Akasi and the others with any kind of expression.
After pondering for a while, he shook his head slightly, took the phone, and began to assign tasks without paying attention to Constantine, who had been waiting on the line.
"Tang Feiji, Yuanwu, Tangsuoye, have you recovered?"
With Xi He's death, the domain of the Bai Beast Zangling was also removed.
Tang Feiji nodded, evidently eager to flex his muscles.
But the enemy was left with only minor players, neither formidable nor worriso.
"Akasi stay with . You others go search for Song Que; his scent is in the north."
Yuanwu Tang Feiji Tangsuoye didn't delay. Akasi quietly stood by, the fiery red light finally fading slowly, his deanor revealing a sense of fragility, but not overly so.
The red hair gradually shortened back to its original style, and the color faded back to white.
It was as if thick white frost had suddenly fallen on the maple leaves.
Akasi returned to his original appearance.
Tang Xian didn't say anything to Akasi, simply giving him a look that suggested he wait.
He looked at the phone with complicated emotions, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he slowly said:
"It's ."
"Sorry, it's been so long, I can't recognize your voice. Can you prove it?"
"Tang Wen, Zhong Yao. Your awakening ability is tal control."
"Verification complete, welco back. How is the human world treating you?"
Tang Xian didn't make any effort to prevent Akasi from hearing, and Akasi's senses were sharp enough to catch the conversation.
Tang Xian said frankly:
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