Ke Meng summoned the Demon Map and checked the red dots on it. There were two in total.
One red dot represented Xi Zhishi in front of him. The other represented the Shadow Stream Members captured some time ago—the one Tangyuan had knocked unconscious.
Ke Meng stared at the man's shadow as it kept dancing. He asked no questions, quietly sensing the impressions coming from it instead.
Something was off. Something was definitely off.
But he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Perhaps it was hiding something.
After staring for a long time, Ke Meng began to glimpse a vision.
A man wearing a red headscarf stripped off his clothes and danced in a room.
What an eyesore.
Ke Meng shook his head. Now he finally knew what kind of dance the Freedom Dance was.
It really was about freedom, about letting loose, but Ke Meng didn't want to do a raunchy dance on the spot in nothing but his underwear.
"That's not what I want to see. Keep going." Ke Meng closed his eyes. The stabbing pain in his palm intensified, hurting badly.
He put the scalpel back into the scarf, and the pain gradually faded.
Then he patted the Storage Scarf again, bringing out the scalpel. The same bone-deep pain immediately returned. Apparently, he couldn't exploit a bug by putting the scalpel away and taking it out again in quick succession.
With that thought, Ke Meng requested a Psychic Fruit from the higher-ups to enhance his spiritual perception.
After a brief discussion, they agreed.
The organization also decided to return the Spirit-Sensing Fruit Tree while they were at it.
"We've already grown ten saplings. We can return the original tree and plant it outside your villa's front door. What do you think?" Luo Yuan relayed the higher-ups' message.
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