"Yin-Yang Town"
Zhang Yuanqing froze, his mind filled with disbelief.
Could there really be such a coincidence? He had just listened to an audio recording from the Demon Lord and learned about Yin-Yang Town, only to enter this instance moments later.
It was as coincidental as the last time—he had just found a clue about Brother Bing and immediately entered Jinshui Amusement Park.
Maybe it wasn't a coincidence. Brother Bing's prediction had told him that the instances he entered weren't random; they could be predicted. And the Cat King Speaker was a sentient item—not a living creature, but neither was it an unthinking inanimate object.
Was it possible that the independently thinking Cat King Speaker, like Brother Bing, had foreseen that he would one day enter Yin-Yang Town and thus played this recording for him?
But what was the basis for that prediction? The Demon Lord Role Card?
All sorts of speculations flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind, but his hands and feet did not slow. He quickly put on his shoes, fastened his waist pouch, stowed away the Cat King Speaker, then lunged to the other side of the bed, opened a drawer, and popped five or six small blue pills into his mouth.
After doing all that, he grabbed his phone and called Guan Ya, only to find that she was already on a call. He then called Li Dongze and discovered that he was on a call as well.
What were those two up to? Time was limited, and he had no room to dwell on it. Zhang Yuanqing opened the chat app and sent a voice message:
"Squad Leader, my instance is here—Yin-Yang Town!"
He rattled off the words at top speed and tapped send.
Just then, the furnishings in the room distorted like rippling water. The