"So, that’s why he knows everything about Grand-aunt." Mu Mingyu suddenly realized.
Mu Qiuniang nodded.
"Should we contact Jingshu and ask him to investigate secretly?"
"Let Arong contact him. He often communicates with Jingshu, so it won’t attract anyone’s attention. And remind them, they might be under surveillance themselves."
"Yes, Grand-aunt."
...
Receiving calls from Murong every day was nothing unusual for Zhan Jingshu. However, this ti was different. After hanging up, Murong called again, gossiping about the man who pursued his sister and then pursued his Master; that man was dead, so he should be careful and avoid disappearing inexplicably. People are unpredictable, who knows who is around them?
Zhan Jingshu: "..." Wasn’t this what he had explained to Murong before? Why was Murong suddenly saying this to him?
Wait, the man who pursued Mu Bai, then pursued Master, was already dead?
And then that...?
Cat Brother?
Cat Brother is dead?
A figure flashed through Zhan Jingshu’s mind. Why did Murong hang up and then call back to emphasize this matter?
Moreover, why emphasize his safety?
Could it be that Murong was reminding him that the Hidden Immortal Sect was unsafe?
Recently, the Hidden Immortal Sect had been very active. Although for certain reasons he had been avoided, he had heard so things.
For example, the Cultivation World was acting strangely, and Master might be the mastermind behind the scenes. It was his Master who protected him with all his might so others didn’t co after him.
For example, he vaguely felt that no matter what he did, he seed to be watched by a pair of eyes.
If before he was guessing whether it was arranged by the Hidden Immortal Sect, Murong’s call confird one thing—this person was indeed arranged by the Hidden Immortal Sect but was not aligned with his Master.
While he was thinking about this, Murong sent another ga invitation, seemingly a "Werewolf" invitation.
Zhan Jingshu felt like laughing. Although Murong loved playing, he wasn’t really into gas. Saying such strange things and then sending this.
It seed Murong really wanted to imply sothing to him.
Zhan Jingshu replied: [Forget it, with your intelligence, can you handle such a dangerous ga? I’d better play by myself.]
Murong: [Tsk! What about your intelligence, huh? Did you grow x-ray eyes, figuring out who the werewolf always around you is? Tsk tsk tsk... Senior Brother, don’t be too confident. So werewolves are very cunning and can kill. Haven’t you seen Master struggling to play with others?]
Master? Zhan Jingshu didn’t recall ever playing this ga with them: [Master’s identity is too conspicuous, what can you do? One look and people see him; we’re different, just a pawn this ti, and finding the werewolf suits us best.]
Murong: [I can’t do it, too simple-minded to play this ga, so finding the werewolves is up to you, Senior Brother. However, Senior Brother can teach so tricks occasionally.]
Zhan Jingshu: [No problem. Which room?]
Murong gave a room number and entry password.
Zhan Jingshu logged in.
Once inside, he saw several particularly interesting nas, like "I’m Little Junior Sister," "Tang Seng," "Wife Slave Here," "Tang Seng’s Butler," "I Am Sun Wukong," "Passing Bystander"...
Zhan Jingshu imdiately recognized everyone in the room by these nas. He understood at once that sothing major had indeed happened, otherwise, why would so many people start playing gas?
Finding the werewolf ga?
He quite liked it.
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