At eleven that night, the landline in the bedroom suddenly rang.
After it had rung three times, Chen Shouyi stopped practicing the Thirty-Six Body Tempering Forms. He glanced at Shell Girl, who was staring unblinkingly at a cartoon, then walked over and picked up the phone. "This is Chen Shouyi."
"Come save me." It was Lu Weifeng calling.
Chen Shouyi's heart sank. "Where are you?"
"I'm at 29 Shouming Street in the Lower District... beside a public phone booth. I can't hold out much longer... Remember, don't call the police, no matter what. I can't trust anyone right now." He coughed violently several times, as if he'd already been injured.
Chen Shouyi hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Wait there. Find somewhere to hide. I'm coming right now!"
Then he hung up.
Lu Weifeng was a martial artist from the same cohort as him, and one of the martial artists he was closest to. Chen Shouyi couldn't just let him die. It wasn't in his nature to do something like that.
Damn it, was Lu Weifeng the Myriad Gods Society's target this time?
He stood still for a moment, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. Then he grabbed his sword and hurried out.
He strode out of the residential compound and flagged down a taxi. The moment he got in, he said, "Take me to 29 Shouming Street."
The driver glanced at the sword in Chen Shouyi's hand but said nothing. He soon started the car.
Chen Shouyi's face was as calm as still water. He watched the lights outside the window fly past, the car silent around him.
Gradually, his thoughts settled. Holding his sword, he closed his eyes to rest. About half an hour later, he opened them and realized the car seemed to be heading