After reaching that conclusion, Xu Huo frowned without thinking. The game world was vast. How difficult was it for two Players from different game sub-districts to become connected and meet? Unless they had deliberately sought each other out or arranged to meet, the odds of forming a connection by chance and then meeting by chance were unimaginably low.
He had obtained V's Lighter through the game, then, by a twist of fate, inherited Rose Castle the first time he chose a place to stay. The sheer coincidence of it all made him instinctively want to dig into what it meant.
The Photo Album contained only half its pages. After the news about V's last arson, someone had written a sentence by hand:
"I have a very serious illness. I hope to have an heir."
Xu Huo frowned. This sentence wasn't written for him, but for whoever read the Photo Album.
Beneath the words sat an irregular black Stone. Its shape was somewhat like an ore, but its texture resembled metal that had been tempered a thousand times.
He restrained himself from touching the Stone. Just then, Madam Butterfly spoke from behind him. "He Pu left it for you. Don't you want it?"
Xu Huo turned to meet her gaze. "He gives me a house and items. It's so generous that I can't help wondering if it's a trap."
Madam Butterfly didn't mock his Player level. Instead, she nodded solemnly. "I'd think the same in your place. But He Pu was a good person. You can trust him. Besides, he's dead. You could take everything and do nothing, and he wouldn't climb out of his Coffin."
A hint of amusement crept into Xu Huo's voice. "You were Good Friends, weren't you? You just took something of his, and now you're badmouthing