"Where?" Qian Jiangyue's message came back quickly.
Qian Cangyi turned his head to look at Qian Jiangyue, noticing that the latter's attention was now riveted on the screen, eyes unblinking.
"I... forgot..." Anonymous's response time was getting shorter.
"What's going on?" Despite two terrifying nights, the Sky of Destiny couldn't accept Anonymous's words. The problem he was considering now was how to permanently escape from being hunted, how to avoid staying up late, and not have to live in fear. "Tell me, how can I never encounter a ghost again?"
"Die." This time, Anonymous's answer was swift, and the answer remarkably brief.
The Sky of Destiny cursed out, apparently infuriated.
"This is your only chance...no, what was I going to say, I don't remember. Anyway, think of something, maybe...damn it, my memory is getting worse and worse, I'll stop here. Goodbye, I'm afraid this is the last time we'll meet." Anonymous's messages were fragmented.
"He is talking."
