Mr. Song could also use the phone to translate and communicate.
He raised the phone before him, extended a finger, and solemnly tapped open the screen. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Death isn't frightening. What's frightening is not knowing whether your death has any meaning."
That way, Farrell could understand what Mr. Song meant.
The two of them had somehow managed to communicate without cross-server chat.
Farrell suddenly said, "There's something I have to do before I die."
Mr. Song smiled calmly. "I also intend to do something."
Farrell said expressionlessly, "I need powerful assistance. My enemy is the most terrifying creature in the world."
Mr. Song said casually, "I also need tremendous assistance. I may have to oppose modern civilization as a whole. I'll have countless enemies."
Farrell sneered. "The dead have no future."
Mr. Song said noncommittally, "I can't see you having a future either."
Farrell was silent for a long while. "You help me, and I'll help you."
Mr. Song smiled faintly. "You help me, and I'll help you too."
As he spoke, Mr. Song turned his gaze toward the Television Screen blocked by Farrell... But Farrell suddenly pulled out the talisman he had been carrying in his arms. One mark had already disappeared from it. Clearly, it was because of that mark that he had regained consciousness amid the chaos.
He fell silent... The reason for his silence was that he had never expected that when he encountered that terrifying face again, he would lack the courage to stay.
"My enemy is truly terrifying," Farrell slowly said.
Mr. Song glanced at him and said calmly, "Any enemy, strong or weak, as long as it's alive, must have a weakness of its own."
"A weakness?"
Farrell muttered under his breath and soon fell deep