Chen Ge hadn't tried to lower his voice, so everyone around him heard what he'd just said. They simply reacted in different ways.
"Above Red-Clothed? Inseparable?"
When those words reached the Headless Female Ghost, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Exhaustion flooded her body like a tide, and she sank down behind Chen Ge, battered and bruised. Her red clothes grew much more insubstantial.
Zhang Ju and Zhu Long, who were fighting the blindfolded man, had also heard Chen Ge, but they merely exchanged wry smiles. Neither of them took his words seriously.
Ying Hong, standing guard beside the Old Principal, rolled her eyes and muttered, "Again? Even a lie needs some limits. People only believe you when there's some truth mixed in. You're exaggerating way too much. How are you going to explain it later?"
"Is it impossible for anything to exist above Red-Clothed?" The Old Principal had an inexplicable trust in Chen Ge, perhaps because he'd met Chen Ge's parents and knew certain secrets.
"The Painter, Chang Wenyu, and the man who came from Blood-colored City are fighting over the Door because they want to use the Door that moves on its own to become beings above Red-Clothed. Even those three haven't taken that step. Do you think anyone will believe what Chen Ge just said?" Ying Hong looked exasperated. "That clumsy lie is far too easy to see through."
"Is that so?"
Neither the blindfolded man nor Lin Sisi, who had turned into gray mist, took Chen Ge's words seriously. They had reached the point of blindly following the Painter: if the Painter thought Chen Ge was all right, then he was all right.
"Playing dumb to buy time. Are these the only tricks you have left?" The blindfolded man's right eye reflected Chen Ge's figure,