"Mmph, mmph—"
With his mouth plugged, Yu Xiaogang twisted his body frantically. The sounds coming from the Soul Tool made him feel as though someone had stripped him naked and tossed him into the street.
Liu Erlong's face was deathly pale. She covered her mouth as tears poured from her eyes.
Xiaowei's questioning and Yu Xiaogang's evasive answers left her heart as cold as if it had fallen into an abyss.
Especially that final muttered monologue—it completely shattered this strong woman's composure.
She could not believe that the love she had clung to for nearly thirty years had merely made her someone else's substitute.
As for Tang San and the others, Flender had thrown them out the moment Xiaowei played the recording. His emotions were in such turmoil that he had not controlled his strength, and he had no idea where he had flung them.
"Xiaowei, tell your sister these words aren't real. They're all lies, right? Right?"
Biting her lip tightly, Liu Erlong grabbed Xiaowei by the shoulders and shook him with a pleading expression, hoping to hear him say, This is fake.
Xiaowei looked at his sister with heartache. He raised the Soul Tool in his hand and glared hatefully at the pale-faced Yu Xiaogang.
"Sis, don't you know what the things our clan researches can do?"
"I specifically carried this thing with me so you could properly hear someone's true thoughts."
Hearing Xiaowei's answer, Liu Erlong fell completely into despair.
She had never cared much about clan affairs, but Xiaowei had proposed the design for this item. The clan had then made it by studying the body structure of a special Soul Beast, and Xiaowei had shown off the finished product in front of her many times.
This Soul Tool had only one function: it could record