Hearing Li Huowang's words, Qing Wanglai chuckled and pushed up the bridge of his glasses with a finger. "Secret."
With that, he walked over and helped Wu Qi support Li Huowang to his feet.
"You can talk to them, so why not try reconciling with them? What do they want? Or do you have some other purpose?"
"If such a good thing existed, I would've done it long ago. It's too late to say that now. After last time, we've already reached the point of either you die or I die."
Just then, Wu Qi reminded Qing Wanglai, "Be careful. His ribs are broken."
"It's fine. They weren't crushed by rocks—they were broken earlier by a lunatic. I can walk on my own." Li Huowang forcefully shoved them away and staggered after the others as they left.
Though injured, Li Huowang was far calmer than before. He knew that not everything he had seen had been a hallucination. Chen Hongyu had not died; she had merely projected herself into some other kind of existence.
Vaguely, Li Huowang seemed to have discovered a pattern. Some parts of these people's worldviews were false, yet some truly existed.
For instance, Qing Wanglai's Projection Theory had been proven through Chen Hongyu.
"You all right?" Li Huowang hurried forward two steps, bent down, and picked up a fat gray rat lying on the moss.
It was not dead yet. It looked as though the powerful impact had knocked it unconscious.
Li Huowang placed it on his shoulder, ignored the murmured discussions behind him, and headed outside.
When they returned to the scorching Gobi Desert, Qing Wanglai took over finding the way. Fortunately, what he had said earlier made some sense. They followed the direction of the cave-in for more than an hour, until a pitch-black