The white man holding the Skull Head was indeed The Questioner.
Leaning against the stone wall, The Questioner aimed the Skull Head's right eye socket at himself. An image immediately appeared within it.
In the image was Wu Shengjiu, still crouching inside Zhongjiang Prison.
At the sight of the East Islander, disgust flashed in The Questioner's eyes. "Idiot. I thought you could have done a better job. Didn't expect I'd still have to do it myself."
It turned out their guess during the four-way video conference had been correct. The Handicraft Spaceship was indeed closely connected to the sun's disappearance. Both had actually been orchestrated by the same person.
It was just that the Handicraft Spaceship's owner had been far too high-profile and exposed himself right from the start.
The Questioner was about to switch to another target when he suddenly saw Wu Shengjiu being led out by an Asian man, apparently for another interrogation.
A trace of contempt appeared in his eyes. When he had distributed the Handicraft Spaceship, he had already erased every trace. Nor could they possibly use Prophecy Art to locate him. There was no way they could find him through this fool.
Let them struggle through the apocalypse, cry out, and die. Then they could entertain him and let him feel the thrill of being alive.
The sun's disappearance was only the first kind of apocalypse. Six more were waiting for them.
But as he watched, The Questioner's expression suddenly changed, because what the Asian man said concerned him.
The man stared at Wu Shengjiu with utter contempt. "Idiot, I know you're watching him right now!"
"What a boring fellow. Making the sun disappear can only eliminate a few ordinary people. What threat does that pose to us noble Otherworldly Users?"
"Even if the surface