"Boss Lin, please, pick up..."
Liu Xiaoyu waited anxiously.
Five minutes. Five whole minutes of torment.
To Liu Xiaoyu, those five minutes felt longer than a century.
Just as she was about to despair and contact the Paranormal Forum's hidden members to intervene, regardless of the consequences.
The static in her headphones suddenly cleared.
Then a calm voice, without the slightest hint of panic, slowly rang out over the channel.
"I heard you."
It was Lin Cheng!
Liu Xiaoyu almost leaped out of her chair with excitement, tears instantly spilling from her eyes.
"Boss Lin! Thank goodness! Yang Jian and the others are..."
She urgently tried to report the crisis in Dajing City and the Wish-Granting Ghost's plot.
But Lin Cheng didn't let her finish.
His voice remained as calm as still water, even carrying a trace of inscrutable indifference.
His first words weren't a question about whether Yang Jian was alive.
Nor did he ask what trick the Wish-Granting Ghost had pulled.
Instead, he asked a question that left Liu Xiaoyu utterly baffled:
"When can Zhou Deng get to Dajing City?"
At this life-or-death moment, with Yang Jian and the others trapped in a fatal predicament and the Ghost Messenger about to arrive.
The person Lin Cheng cared about most was actually that petty thief, Zhou Deng!
A deathly silence fell over the communications channel.
Liu Xiaoyu opened her mouth and stammered for a long while, unsure how to begin.
Her palms were slick with sweat. Should she tell Lin Cheng about Zhou Deng's desperate situation?
When she had contacted Zhou Deng, that man who was always grinning and helping himself to other people's belongings.
His voice had betrayed an unmistakable weakness and despair.
Zhou Deng had repeatedly urged her to keep it secret. He knew Lin Cheng was