The first tug didn't budge him. Yu Chengmu didn't let go; he just watched Chen Hao, their gazes locked in a silent battle.
Only after Chen Hao secretly pinched Yu Chengmu's hand did Yu Chengmu release him.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Chen Hao carefully picked up the Soul Suppressing Bell and cupped his hands toward Yu Chengmu in thanks.
Now that they had the Soul Suppressing Bell, Lei Mingyu finally let out a sigh of relief. The fat man couldn't help feeling excited, but Jiang Cheng's expression grew increasingly grave. He couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad one.
Without the Soul Suppressing Bell, Jia Jinliang and A Biao looked strange, but within a few breaths, they had both calmed down again, and the tension vanished in an instant.
It was as if the earlier unpleasantness had all been an illusion.
Jiang Cheng noticed that Chen Hao had moved the hand holding the Soul Suppressing Bell behind his back. It was trembling slightly. It seemed Chen Hao wasn't as calm as he appeared, either.
Now that they'd found the treasure, there was no reason to stay any longer, so everyone went back to their rooms.
"Doctor." The fat man came over, puzzled. "That old guy Yu Chengmu really handed it over?"
Jiang Cheng furrowed his brow. "I can't figure that out, either."
"Could there be a trick to this? Or... maybe the old geezer wanted to play mind games with Chen Hao, betting he wouldn't dare take the Soul Suppressing Bell, but didn't expect him to actually accept it." The fat man speculated.
After a long silence, Jiang Cheng turned his head and stared at the fat man. The stare made the latter's skin crawl. The fat man swallowed and looked nervous. "Doctor, if