Qin Siyang nodded. "More or less."
Hu Chan's eyes lit up, and he excitedly grabbed Qin Siyang's arms with both hands. "What's your plan? I'm in! Tell me, quick!"
Seeing Hu Chan so excited, Qin Siyang gave him a searching look.
Hu Chan had always struck him as mature beyond his years.
But that maturity was still understandable.
An eighteen-year-old orphan who had risen to become a Holy Son, Hu Chan must have been through a great deal.
Yet to Qin Siyang, who had lived two lives, he still seemed somewhat inexperienced.
Now, however, Hu Chan was beside himself with excitement, like a child who had snatched a piece of candy.
Naturally, Qin Siyang took note of this unusual display of emotion.
Apparently realizing that his reaction had been a little off, Hu Chan let go and smiled again. "I'm just too obsessed with research. Sorry for making a fool of myself."
Obsessed with research?
If Qin Siyang believed Hu Chan, he might as well go eat at a pig farm.
He calmly drove the Drill Pod onward for a while.
But the more Qin Siyang recalled Hu Chan's strange behavior, the more a faint chill crept up his spine.
Unless he figured out why Hu Chan had suddenly gone wild, Qin Siyang couldn't feel at ease.
So he stepped on the brake and stopped the Drill Pod.
Hu Chan pointed ahead. "We've still got some distance to go before we can see that group of Small Gods. Why did you stop?"
Qin Siyang stared into Hu Chan's eyes. "Why were you so excited about the research into Large Gods I just proposed?"
Hu Chan answered in all seriousness, "No particular reason. I just like research."
"False."
At those two words in a mechanical voice, Hu Chan stiffened, and a