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Behind me, Li Zhisheng listened to my musings and said, "If that's the case, do you think something might have lured them out?"
"It’s possible..." I replied. "And the person likely responsible for this is Yang Master, because they are the ones who want the Death Apostle dead the most!"
"What should we do now?" Li Zhisheng asked.
"I'm not sure..." I said, my eyes scanning the room in hopes of finding some useful clue, but unfortunately, I found nothing.
Seeing me standing still and staring around, Li Zhisheng remarked, "What could possibly make the Death Apostle and Yao Long take the risk of leaving this room? There’s Ghost Oil in here, so it’s impossible for a ghost to come in..."
I interrupted him, "No, it’s not impossible. Do you remember that Vengeful Spirit from last night? It could come and go freely."
"That might not be a ghost..." Li Zhisheng replied. "Because if it were a ghost, I wouldn’t be unable to sense its presence. It could be another entity similar to a ghost..."
At his words, a thought flashed through my mind: "Spirit!" Could it be that a spirit took away the Death Apostle and Yao Long?!
Thinking about this, I said to Li Zhisheng, "Earlier when we were in the mine, I encountered a type of spirit that wasn’t affected by the time freeze when I activated Void Spirit. Void Spirit called it a 'ling.' Could it be that kind of thing?"
Li Zhisheng was confused when I mentioned 'ling,' as he had never heard of it before. "Ling? What kind of spirit is that? Isn’t a spirit just a soul? What’s the difference?"
Seeing his confusion and knowing only a little about it myself, I vaguely explained, "It’s essentially something different from ghosts. It’s very strange and cannot be perceived by us like ghosts can..."
"Although I don’t know what you’re referring to, if you think it’s possible, there must be some reasoning behind it... If the Death Apostle and Yao Long were indeed taken by your spirit, what do you plan to do?" Li Zhisheng asked.
"Right now, we can only go out and see if we can find any clues..." I called out to Hu Fang's room, "Hu Fang, keep an eye on things! We’re heading out..." Then I quickly changed my clothes and left with Li Zhisheng.
Since we had no clues at all, we felt somewhat lost as we descended the stairs, unsure of where to search. Just as I was feeling helpless, I suddenly noticed someone lying in the green flowerbed nearby.
As I approached, I suddenly realized that the person had a thick layer of gauze wrapped around his hand, which was already soaked with blood seeping from the wound. "Yao Long!" I exclaimed, rushing forward to help him up.
"Hey, Yao Long, wake up! How did you end up lying here?!" I supported Yao Long as he sat up, anxiously questioning him.
At that moment, Li Zhisheng, who had been following me closely, hurried over. Seeing me crouched in the flowerbed supporting the unconscious Yao Long, he exclaimed, "Yao Long?! How did he end up here?!"
"Don't ask me; who else can I ask..." I continued calling out to Yao Long and tested for his breath by placing my fingers near his nose. Thankfully, he was still breathing.
Just then, Yao Long gradually stirred awake at the sound of my voice. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at me and Li Zhisheng beside him. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically as he said, "Quick! We need to save Mr. Death; he has been taken away!"
Seeing his urgency, I urged him, "Calm down first. Tell me who attacked you? How did you end up here?"
After taking a moment to collect himself, Yao Long replied, "It was Haoyang... Early this morning, I heard someone pacing outside and a very faint knocking on the door. At that time, Mr. Death hadn't woken up yet, so I got up alone to check. When I looked outside, I found it was Haoyang at the door..."
Hearing Haoyang's name struck a chord with me; it sounded familiar. I quickly recalled and interrupted him, "Wait a minute! Is this Haoyang the one who pretended to be injured and stole something from us?"
"Yes, that's right! He tricked me into going outside and then attacked me when I was off guard. He took away the sleeping Mr. Death. I tried desperately to stop him, but because of my injury..." He slammed his fist into the ground in frustration, seemingly hating his own helplessness.
"This isn't your fault; don't blame yourself. Right now, we need to find out where Death Apostle is; otherwise, he's in danger..." With that, I asked Yao Long, "Do you know where he might have taken Death Apostle?"
Yao Long thought for a moment before responding, "He is one of Yang Master's people; he would definitely take Mr. Death to Yang Master's territory... Yang Master wants Mr. Death dead so badly; he's probably in grave danger now..." Regret washed over his face.
"Then where exactly is Yang Master's base?!" I asked anxiously.
"I don't know either... During my time with Yang Master, I never went to their actual headquarters. Not even Mr. Death has been there. Only some high-ranking officials can enter the headquarters; others don't even know its location, so we..."
Before he could finish, I suddenly noticed a white object sticking out of his shirt pocket, resembling a piece of paper. Seeing this, I quickly took it out.
It was written in a very hasty handwriting: "Death Apostle is safe, don't worry. I won't harm him; I just need to take him to a safe place now. Yao Long, you should take your friends and leave there. As for the reason, I can't explain it to you right now. Just please trust me."
At the bottom of the note was a signature, confirming our suspicions—it was indeed Haoyang!
"Just as I thought!" I exclaimed in surprise.
Upon seeing this, Yao Long snatched the note from my hand, glanced at it, and said angrily, "Not only did he deceive us before, but he also injured me! How can I trust him again? If anything happens to Death Apostle, I will personally kill him!" With that, he crumpled the note into a ball and threw it aside with force.
At that moment, Li Zhisheng, who had been behind me, had also caught a glimpse of the note's contents while I was reading it. Seeing that Yao Long was nearly losing his mind, he reached out and patted Yao Long on the shoulder. "Calm down; things might not be as you think. First of all, if Haoyang really wanted to kill Death Apostle, he could have done it at home without going through all this trouble. Besides, it seems he didn't really hurt you..."
After hearing this, I echoed Li Zhisheng's words: "He's right, and it seems like he knows something dangerous is happening and wants you to get us out of here as soon as possible..."
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