The owner of the voice should not have been very old, around twenty-five to thirty-something. Having discovered that I had a raincoat, he still couldn't help speaking up to test me. If it had been an old fox of a man, he should have fled immediately.
And anyone who knew I had a raincoat definitely had ties to Fan Xu or Zhu Yuping! Could it be someone from the Yang Family of the Arcane Sect's Aristocratic Clans?
I felt as if something had been set in motion, dragging me into a whirlpool.
Someone with a complete raincoat was just as special as Zhu Yuping had been. It was perfectly normal for the Walking Corpse not to notice him, let alone the cameras. Even if he had suddenly stabbed me, I might have died without knowing why.
Could my cheap big brother no longer have been able to hold things together? I shut the door, sealed all the doors and windows, and gave the Walking Corpse a kill-on-sight order for any disturbance. Then I lay down and hurriedly slept for two hours.
When I woke up in the morning, the invisible man still hadn't appeared. It seemed he wasn't a fool.
I hadn't slept particularly well. Perhaps my fear of the corpse-maker hadn't faded with the passage of time. I could only assume I was doomed.
Knock, knock, knock.
A string of knocks sounded. I went out and opened the door. It was noisy outside, and a group of people seemed to be waiting for me.
I was shocked. Had they all been waiting for me to get up?
Zhang Xiaofei was the one knocking. When he saw that I still looked groggy from sleep, he wore an apologetic expression. "Brother Tian, something happened. When we came to find you for