Lu Bu'er's heart was already in turmoil. He took out his phone, intending to photograph the picture, and couldn't help but ask, "May I take a photo?"
For the first time, his expression became extremely solemn.
Because when piecing together the clues, everything started to add up.
If the researchers who had died in the car accident were his parents.
The ancient existence within Sacred Mountain had lost its core.
The mysterious incurable terminal illness.
The parasitism of the Seeds of the Heavenly God.
If he could finally determine what was inside Sacred Mountain, then the miserable experiences of the past ten years could all be explained.
Chen Jing thought about it, then shook her head and said, "Do as you please, but if someone investigates, you might be held accountable. However, I think with your personality, you probably aren't afraid of being investigated, right?"
The answer was the sound of a click.
