Fang Zhixing walked down the bustling streets, his face as still as water, his thoughts churning.
"Who is the Pollution Source itself?"
"Who has contaminated me?"
"If Wang Jiayun or the little ax is the Pollution Source itself, where are they now?"
Fang Zhixing stopped in his tracks, standing on the mist-shrouded street under the cover of night, Yulan County City filled with doubt.
The key point was, whether it was the blindfolded woman or the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk, damn it, all of them were enigma incarnate.
Moreover, they might just be making things unnecessarily mysterious.
It really made one unable to be one hundred percent certain whether they truly knew the truth or not.
Fang Zhixing had only one life, and he wouldn't gamble his life on a guess.
The risk was too great to take!
