What the hell—could the Severing Blade have come out, trying to impersonate the phone and wreak havoc in the world?
"Brother Machine, are you back?" Wang Xuan opened his Spiritual Heavenly Eye and found that it really was it, though its screen was currently a little "black."
"Of course it's me." It floated over, seeming lost in thought itself, as though recalling and savoring something.
"I even burned paper offerings for you," Wang Xuan said, accidentally being so "frank."
"What do you mean? You think it was a waste of paper?" The Mysterious Mobile Phone snapped out of its daze. This brat had treated it like one of the dead.
It immediately became unhappy, its screen emitting a cyan glow. "I clearly said I was going to exchange someone. Since I ultimately came back alive, how could I have died? You actually mourned me in advance?"
Wang Xuan shook his head. "Not really. I only burned two sheets of paper. Well, I had Fu Dao Ox cry on my behalf, and it cried miserably."
"That ox... may not understand the situation, but it still has a bit of conscience." The Mysterious Mobile Phone's screen swayed, as if nodding in approval.
"I slapped it until it cried," Wang Xuan informed it.
"You're having fun at my expense, aren't you?" The Mysterious Mobile Phone was displeased. This brat really needed to be taught a lesson.
"No, I was afraid you'd be depressed, heartbroken beyond measure, and unable to let go. I was trying to comfort you here," Wang Xuan said.
Then he asked, "Why wasn't that Senior Sister of mine, whom I've never met, exchanged back? What exactly happened?"
Back then, the Mysterious Mobile Phone had looked as if it were heading to its death. Yet now it had returned on its