Three months later.
Jiali and Xixido continued to pose as two ordinary Blood-Derived, lying low in the Thousand-Faced Temple as they investigated Zero, the Silver Lamp Master.
As they delved deeper into the investigation, each of them made some progress.
But neither of them had expected this.
More than a hundred senior scholars had spent months investigating the case of Zero, the Silver Lamp Master, yet still hadn't found enough evidence to prove conclusively whether Zero existed.
The fat cat had gotten even fatter.
He wore gorgeous robes, light as a cicada's wings, woven from a special spider silk. Only followers of the Thousand-Faced Temple knew the weaving technique.
By now, Xixido could hardly go three sentences without talking about the Thousand-Faced God's gifts or giving thanks for the god's blessings. He was the very image of a gluttonous, lazy, big-eared fanatic.
His life over the past three months had been the height of luxury.
"Thanks to the great Thousand-Faced God, my mission has finally yielded a lead. Look, this is a clue about Zero, the Silver Lamp Master."
The Teddy Dog's eye twitched with irritation. "It's just the two of us here. Stop acting like a damn priest in front of me!"
Compared to the fat cat, the Teddy Dog looked downright shabby, still dressed like a refugee.
After three months, he was thoroughly sick of this stupid, boring life!
The fat cat didn't get mad. He took out a piece of intelligence.
The Teddy Dog took it with ill grace.
"Boluodi?"
The intelligence described a painter named Boluodi, who had first developed the Black Death immune body.
It could also be said that he had laid the foundation for the Night Eye as it existed today.
If he had been willing to become a god back then, he