Lei Mingyu froze at that. A moment later, a look of recollection crossed his face. "That piece of cloth..."
"I'm asking you a question. Just answer already," Du Moyu urged impatiently. This was a matter of life and death. If he'd known Lei Mingyu was this useless, he would've gone to keep an eye on that old bastard Yu Chengmu himself.
"I... I don't remember." Lei Mingyu answered honestly. "At the time, all my attention was on the Soul Suppressing Bell. When I saw it fall, I bent down to pick it up too, but Wang Fugui got there first."
Chen Hao stopped pressing him and immediately took out his phone, found Jiang Cheng's number, and called.
The call connected quickly. Jiang Cheng only needed to hear a few sentences to understand everything. He immediately asked the Fatty what had happened to the piece of cloth. When the Fatty heard the question, his expression was much like Lei Mingyu's: puzzled, with a hint of nervousness. He swallowed and recalled, "I saw the Soul Suppressing Bell fall to the ground, and my first reaction was to pick it up. Then, just as I stood up, Yu Chengmu took the bell from me and... and thanked me."
"After you stood up, the piece of cloth in Yu Chengmu's hand was gone, right?" Jiang Cheng asked to confirm.
"I think... I think so," the Fatty said uncertainly. "But I can't be sure."
By then, Jiang Cheng basically understood. There was something wrong with the cloth. Yu Chengmu had dropped the Soul Suppressing Bell on purpose to distract the Fatty and Lei Mingyu. His real target had been the cloth.
But neither the Fatty nor Lei Mingyu could describe the cloth in any detail. They simply hadn't paid attention to it.
"Now it looks