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At that moment, Yao Long was deeply engrossed in his meal, his mouth stuffed to the brim, completely oblivious to Death Apostle. I glanced at Yao Long, set down my knife and fork, and called out to the living room, "It wasn't Yao Long who made it; it was me."
Hearing my voice, Death Apostle hurriedly scrambled up from the sofa. He walked over to the dining area and saw us enjoying our steaks, so he grabbed a plate and sat down to eat as well. However, unlike Hu Fang and Yao Long, he maintained a proper eating posture. "When did you get back?" Death Apostle asked between bites.
"I came back a while ago. We even went to an amusement park today, and look... we brought Hu Fang back," I said, nodding towards Hu Fang sitting across from me.
Seeing Hu Fang, Death Apostle pondered for a moment and said, "Did something happen while I was unconscious? Has Yang Master sent anyone else over?"
Upon hearing this, I recounted everything that had happened earlier to Death Apostle and added, "I guess Yang Master's group is currently locked in a fierce battle with that Minotaur." With that, I popped a piece of beef into my mouth.
"What! They even stole that book and your Box?!" A look of astonishment crossed Death Apostle's face as he exclaimed in horror, "I suspected Haoyang might betray us long ago; why did I even keep him around..." He appeared deeply regretful, repeatedly hitting his own head with his hand.
Yao Long quickly stopped Death Apostle with his greasy hands. After swallowing the piece of meat in his mouth, he said, "Mr. Death, stop hitting your head; you'll faint again soon."
Sighing, Death Apostle lowered his hand. "If you've retrieved the Divine Anomalies Classic, is it real or fake?"
Upon hearing Death Apostle's question, I took the Divine Anomalies Classic from the kitchen where I had placed it earlier. "I haven't had a chance to look at it yet, but it should be real..." I handed the book over to Death Apostle.
Death Apostle took the book and examined it for a moment before saying, "Hmm, this is indeed the same one I gave you before. They probably wanted to eliminate me because of this book."
"Take good care of this book; you might find it useful..."
I received the book back and said, "If they only wanted this book, they could have just asked you for it or taken it from me directly. There was no need to kill you."
Death Apostle frowned. "You don't understand; Yang Master's current methods are extremely ruthless. I suspect they were afraid I would reveal the secrets of this book to you, which is why they wanted me dead. But in reality, all I know is that this book relates to Void Spirit."
His words piqued my curiosity. I set down my knife and fork and pushed my empty plate aside. "So how did you come by this book? Was it passed down from your ancestors?"
"Not at all... Do you remember I once told you that I used to help find antiques and such?" Death Apostle shook his head.
"I remember," I replied.
"This book came to me by chance. At that time, I had already joined Yang Master. Although I wasn't particularly interested in antiques anymore, I still found myself intrigued by things like this. So, inadvertently, I collected a lot of related items. This included the stone tablet with the Nine Star Diagram that you saw when we first met, as well as this book."
At this point, Death Apostle paused to reflect. After a long silence, he continued, "I found this book while carrying out a task assigned by Yang Master at a farmer's house. They had no idea what it was, but when I saw it, I knew it was special. So, I paid a high price to buy it from them. The farmer didn't think twice about selling it for such a high price; he was just surprised that an old book could fetch so much."
"Didn't you ask them where the book came from? There might be some clues in that," I pressed.
Death Apostle sighed in resignation. "Of course, I asked. But the farmer said the book had been in their home for a long time. If I hadn't discovered it, they wouldn't even have remembered its existence."
Seeing his demeanor, I felt somewhat disheartened but helpless. "What about the stone tablet with the Nine Star Diagram?" I inquired further.
"That stone tablet wasn't something I found; it was given to me..." As he spoke, Death Apostle himself showed a puzzled expression.
"Oh?! Someone gave it to you... Who was that?" I asked thoughtfully.
Death Apostle forced a smile. "It's precisely because I don't know who sent it that I'm confused. The tablet just suddenly appeared in my exhibition hall. At first, I thought it was sent by someone from Yang Master, but after inquiring around, I learned that no one from Yang Master had been to my place at that time, so the trail went cold..."
I had initially thought that Death Apostle's story might lead us to some clues, but it turned out to be fruitless. Feeling frustrated, I flipped through the Divine Anomalies Classic in my hands. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't grasp the meaning behind the two contrasting Nine Star Diagrams at the end.
"Ah~ I'm full~" Hu Fang leaned back in his chair with a satisfied expression.
Hearing this, I looked at the seven empty plates on the table and set down the book. "Are you all full? If not, I can make something else for you."
Yao Long quickly replied politely, "I'm full enough already; thank you so much."
"Death Apostle" chimed in, "Yeah, it's really a hassle for you. Living in your house and having you cook for us."
"Not at all. Since we're all in the same boat now, there's no need to be so polite. There will be plenty more times when we'll need your help..." With that, I began to tidy up my things.
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After everything was organized, I put away the "Divine Anomalies Classic." Just as I was changing clothes, I suddenly felt something in the pocket of my shirt.
I pulled it out and discovered it was the memory card from the cameras I had been looking for earlier. "I was so busy cooking for them that I completely forgot about this... Now let's see what these so-called righteous people have been up to," I muttered to myself as I took the memory card and walked into the living room.
At that moment, several people who had just eaten were sprawled across the sofa, resting. Seeing my serious expression and noticing that I seemed to be holding something, "Death Apostle" asked, "Aren't you going to take a break after all that?"
I walked over to the computer desk, rummaging for a card reader while replying, "Look, I'm just getting ready to watch a movie and relax."
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