Fang Cheng found this sowhat inexplicable and had a hard ti letting go.
Moreover, upon careful recollection, there was an eerily familiar feeling.
It seed... there were many similarities with the guy who sent the postcards to himself.
The sa erald glow in the eyes, the sa elusive behavior, showing a mysterious character trait.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s heart couldn’t help but stir.
After a mont’s consideration, he imdiately gathered his thoughts, concentrated, and entered the ditation State.
Once ready for ditation, his lips moved slightly, and he once again chanted the Spell password to contact the other party.
Soon, the scenery around him began to change, plunging into total darkness.
Accompanied by countless noises like waves rushing in and then receding.
Fang Cheng opened his eyes and looked toward the black fog shrouding the entire city.
Then, finding the hidden target gleaming with light, he pushed open the door with familiarity and stepped in.
What t his eyes was still a room shrouded in darkness, appearing stark and empty.
It was identical to his last visit, without any difference.
However.
Before Fang Cheng could greet the host, a soft and icy voice rang out first.
"Are you a night owl? Coming to find so late."
The man who called himself "Smiling Demon" erged from the darkness.
His figure was still shrouded in a vague green light, blurred and indistinct, as if enshrouded in mist.
"Aren’t you used to being active at dawn?"
Fang Cheng asked calmly, showing no trace of apology for the disturbance late at night.
"That’s just occasionally. Most of the ti, I’m quite normal!"
The Smiling Demon’s tone suddenly beca unfriendly, emphasizing sharply:
"And it’s already past two o’clock. If you don’t catch up on sleep soon, will you have the energy to work tomorrow?"
After explaining, he then asked sowhat curiously:
"What’s with your proactive approach this ti? Feeling guilty about leaving without saying goodbye last ti and planning to apologize?"
Fang Cheng didn’t answer imdiately; after a mont of silence, he said gravely:
"Did you use your spiritual power during ditation tonight, trying to attack from afar?"
"What?"
Upon hearing this, the Smiling Demon seed to widen his eyes in surprise.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he burst into laughter:
"I did indeed have that idea, but unfortunately, I haven’t had the chance to execute it yet!"
"Damn, soone else got ahead of . Do you really attract that much affection..."
While laughing, the Smiling Demon muttered his complaint.
He seed particularly annoyed that he hadn’t been the first to act, and now Fang Cheng had his guard up.
Fang Cheng remained silent, quietly floating in the dark room.
At this mont, he was situated within a sphere of light, also enveloped in an orange glow, only his blurry figure visible, with no discernible facial expressions.
The laughter of the Smiling Demon echoed in the chat room for a long ti before it subsided.
Seeing that Fang Cheng remained silent, he eventually couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked:
"What on earth happened to you? Tell , maybe I can help you resolve your worries."
Fang Cheng had no intention of playing coy; after a mont’s thought, he straightforwardly said:
"Just now, I encountered soone very much like you..."
He then recounted the strange events he had encountered that evening, without much concealnt.
Of course, the parts involving Zhou Xiui were deliberately omitted.
"Eh—"
After listening, the Smiling Demon seed quite astonished, smacking his lips:
"That old ghost actually let you go so easily..."
"Do you know him?"
Fang Cheng felt a surge of anticipation, looking at him expectantly.
The Smiling Demon shook his head:
"I haven’t even heard his voice, how could I possibly know him."
He then explained:
"What I an is, it’s uncharacteristic for that old ghastly figure to so easily give up control over the lower-level ghouls. It’s not like their usual cruel and greedy modus operandi."
"Ghouls? Aren’t they zombies?"
Fang Cheng was sowhat surprised but also expected it.
After all, the madness displayed by He Yao made it impossible to regard him as a human any longer.
If not a malevolent ghost or monster, then what could he be?
"You can call them zombies if you like; it’s just a commonly accepted term."
The Smiling Demon seed not particularly concerned about this issue.
He seed to still be pondering the reason that the famously gluttonous Ghoul leader had decided to back off, giving up his claim to food.
Fang Cheng pondered for a while, then pressed further:
"What kind of monster is a ghoul? What specific Special Abilities do they have, and are they like the zombies in movies transford from humans?"
"You don’t know even that?"
The Smiling Demon exclaid in surprise, finding it even more astonishing:
"You really are a greenhorn. Despite being quite powerful, you know nothing, and I wonder how your father taught you. It’s a real stroke of luck that you’ve managed to survive up to now without being captured by the Special Search Team for human experintation."
"So I’ve told you, you should communicate more with your own kind; otherwise, when danger cos, you won’t even know how you died..."
Before Fang Cheng’s frown deepened, ready to resort to so thod,
The guy stopped his incessant nagging like an elder and then continued:
"Alright, today I’ll graciously play the role of teacher once, to repay last ti’s favor of you teaching the thod of controlling consciousness."
"Do you know what the outside world calls people like us, who are different from ordinary humans?"
The Smiling Demon’s tone beca serious as he posed the question, and then quickly answered:
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