(A reader pointed out an issue. Jiu Yue has seen it and is making major revisions. Please bear with me...)
When Zhou You tumbled out of a mirror, he still felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity.
Judging by the outcome, he had indeed found a way to clear the challenge, yet both the process and the truth behind it were completely different from what he had imagined.
Chen Ye looked grave as well. He clutched that facial skin, refusing to let go, while everyone around them lay scattered across the floor. Only now were some beginning to wake.
Kyle rubbed the swollen, aching back of his head and looked around in confusion. It took him quite a while to realize where he was.
"Did I... make it back to the surface? That guy really... wait, how did I get back?"
Clearly, to prevent anything unexpected from happening, Old Wen had erased their memories.
Zhou You glanced at Chen Ye.
Chen Ye finally tucked away the facial skin, then said solemnly,
"The Prophet hid quite a few messages here. I need to return to headquarters to decode them... hold things together here for now. I'll contact you as soon as possible."
With that, he left without even waiting for Zhou You's reply. He woke the burly man with tattooed arms, who was still utterly bewildered, and took all his men away.
Zhou You said nothing. He simply looked up.
Through the transparent dome, he could see the blood moon hanging high overhead.
It still wore that wildly laughing face, those same crazed eyes.
But perhaps because of Old Wen's warning, Zhou You now vaguely felt that its outline had grown several sizes larger... no, this probably wasn't his imagination!
Sansan gazed at the same sight, then slowly spoke.
"Brother, you—"
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