Watch Cult

Click.

Long Wudi gave a strange smile and opened the silver pocket watch in his hand.

The hands turned gently, and the ticking sound circled Nan Feng's ears.

Nan Feng froze for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand.

In his palm was a silver pocket watch as well!

Long Wudi: "..."

Nan Feng: "..."

The two fell silent at the same time. They stared into each other's eyes, a trace of wariness flashing in their gazes.

After a moment, Nan Feng spoke first. "For a split second just now, I considered striking first and putting a bullet through your forehead. Luckily, I kept my cool and knew Sikong Boxue couldn't hypnotize you."

Long Wudi said slowly, "You scared me too when you took out that pocket watch. Fortunately, yours was so crudely made that I could tell at a glance it was fake. Otherwise, I might really have made a move."

"So, Brother Long, don't play such dangerous games next time." Nan Feng put the pocket watch away in his backpack.

The pocket watch in his hand had been carved from wood back when he was in World No. 9.

Back then, Sikong Boxue had been an extremely terrifying existence in everyone's eyes.

To prevent themselves from being hypnotized by Sikong Boxue the moment they met him, the Chosen Ones of South City had carved countless pocket watches. Everyone had one, taking it out for a glance whenever they felt like it.

After all, the best way to eliminate fear was to face it head-on.

Later, after Nan Feng blew Sikong Boxue away with a single shot, this pocket watch had sat gathering dust in his backpack until it finally saw daylight again today.

"By the way, where did you get that pocket watch?"

Nan Feng stared at