Zhong immediately looked at the Ritual Vessel he had used to cast his spell, only to find that his Axe had not changed at all. It lay there quietly. He picked it up, puzzled, but still asked, "What did you see just now?"
At a time like this, even a hallucination meant something.
They were all Shamans.
They all knew how to commune with spirits.
This might have been a fleeting moment of communion.
So Zhong looked sternly at Shi, signaling for him to repeat everything he had seen.
But Shi widened his eyes. He was clearly nervous now. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Zhong felt a chill slowly crawl up his spine.
Shi did not seem to be lying.
Nor would anyone lie at a time like this.
Shi's reaction made one thing very clear.
He had no idea.
He had not spoken just now.
At that thought, the chill felt like someone had clung to his spine and crawled up to the back of his head, raising goose bumps all over his body and sending waves of cold through him.
"Wasn't that you speaking just now?"
At his repeated question, both Shi and Niu grew nervous. Shi said again, "It definitely wasn't me asking. I was just staring at the flames."
Of everyone present, Zhong was the least likely to have seen something wrong.
He was different. His eyes had double pupils, so he naturally saw things more clearly and accurately than others.
And precisely because of that.
If he had been deceived, then Shi and Niu should have fared even worse.
That was the problem.
Shi immediately reviewed everything he had just done. Once he was certain, he said firmly, "I didn't say anything just now."
"Things have gotten troublesome."
Zhong stood up. Disregarding the darkness around them,