He got up to feed the cat, and then strange knowledge filled his mind.
Looking back at the bone whistle on the floor, Ke Meng now knew what it was.
"Yellow Springs Reversal Whistle" "Summons the souls of the dead, allowing you to converse with them for a time." "Summoning the departed causes the bone whistle to drain the blower's vital energy. The more it is used, the weaker the body becomes."
The explanation was simple, but its function was practical. This was a genuine treasure.
Vital energy was a problem, though. He couldn't use it too often.
Whether that weakness meant kidney deficiency or weakness throughout his body, he wasn't sure. He would have to use it to find out.
Tucking the whistle into his pants pocket, Ke Meng told Tangyuan to cook noodles, then checked his videos.
Thanks to the official announcement, Ke Meng's account had been growing rapidly, and his follower count had already passed the million mark.
That was the traffic-driving power of the official daily newspaper. Everyone on the list had gained more than a million followers.
Without this development, Ke Meng figured he would have needed the power of Honey Juice to gather that many followers.
Just then, Ke Meng's phone rang.
"Hello, is this Mr. Ke Meng? Your delivery is here. Are you home?" The courier's voice came through the phone.
"Yes, I'll be right down."
Ke Meng went downstairs, accepted the delivery, and glanced at it. It was a standard phone packaging box.
The courier rode away on his delivery vehicle. Ke Meng shut the front door and carried the box toward the stairs. Before he had taken two steps, a spiritual warning suddenly rose in his mind, and he vaguely sensed something strange appearing outside the door.
Ke Meng