That instantly reminded him of what Jiang Cheng had once told him: the child searching the hospital for his missing parents.
"Rustle, rustle—"
The static on the old television suddenly churned more vigorously, as if something hidden were beginning to emerge.
A moment later, the noise coming from the television gradually faded, replaced by the sound of footsteps: "Tap, tap, tap."
The footsteps were uneven. There were probably three or four people, and the sound of their steps suggested they were walking on hard bluestone slabs.
The next second, Tang Qisheng's eyes flew wide open. Voices were coming from the television. To him, those achingly familiar voices were like a sudden clap of thunder on a clear day.
"Are we really going in? Shouldn't we watch a little longer?" The Fatty's voice was as clear as ever. "The area around the Scripture Library looks... looks way too quiet."
"Yeah. Don't forget, those evil monks, Huide and Huiming, still haven't shown up. There could be an ambush nearby." A young woman's voice followed. Tang Qisheng thought hard, but he didn't recognize her.
After a long pause, Jiang Cheng's measured voice rang out. "Let's circle around first and see what's going on. And remember, don't split up."
"How much time do we have left?" the Fatty asked as they moved.
"If Daoist Lingxiao was right, at most one shichen. But that's not the key point. I mean, our group isn't the key." Jiang Cheng paused, then sighed hesitantly. "I'm waiting too. I think the most important clue is probably with Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie's group."
At the mention of those two names, the Fatty was clearly irritated. "Don't bring them up. Just hearing their names makes my blood boil. Brother, do you think the Night Watch recruited them? How come we