Someone was inside the ruins!
And a survivor from back then, no less!
"Trading Weird Tales" answered with absolute certainty, leaving no room for ambiguity. The answer was utterly earth-shattering. Even Yang Ling, who had always seen and experienced much, and Jiang Qiao, who had always been of the "who cares?" variety, couldn't stay calm.
"Holy shit!"
"A survivor?"
"This damn weird tale just dropped a bombshell?"
Jiang Qiao was astonished.
The information provided by "Trading Weird Tales" could be true or false. But its current answer—"You can find clues in the deepest part of the ruins. There is a survivor from back then"—didn't sound fabricated.
"Weird Tales" did make up stories.
Especially when it couldn't answer a question, it would fabricate an answer that seemed logically sound.
Mm.
If it was going to make something up,
then normally, it probably wouldn't invent an answer claiming that there was a survivor inside the ruins.
Because that simply didn't make sense.
When it spouted nonsense, it did so convincingly, making it impossible for outsiders to spot the problem. In other words, if something looked perfectly normal to a layman but seemed like utter nonsense to an expert, then it might be false.
But if even an expert found it outrageously absurd, so absurd that it bordered on the ridiculous...
Then it was very likely true!
After a long while,
Yang Ling stared at those three words and thoroughly digested the news. His tone instantly became more serious than ever: "A survivor... a survivor... The so-called survivor might not be alive."
"It could also be an aberrant monster."
"It said that we could find clues, not directly obtain the answer. It's very likely that these so-called survivors are incapable of communication."
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