"Ye Lin...?"
"Is something wrong with us?"
When Ye Lin suddenly turned to look at them, Huang Liang asked in confusion.
It was not that anything had occurred to him. Rather, Ye Lin's eyes held an unmistakable scrutiny as his gaze kept sweeping over them.
Besides, Ye Lin still had an injury on his hand. Logically, he should have continued his analysis. Stopping now meant there was a serious problem with them, one that needed to be addressed first.
Ye Lin said nothing, simply running through the various possibilities in his mind.
Indeed, just as Huang Liang suspected, if someone really had triggered a ghost ahead of time, he had to find the reason immediately.
They might not have triggered it yet; perhaps they would encounter the ghost midway. But after repeatedly simulating the possibilities, he concluded that the first batch of ghosts was probably what had wiped them out in the previous round. He had no choice but to be cautious.
The injury on his hand provided information about three kinds of ghosts, but nothing about the first ghost they had encountered, much less the cause of their total annihilation.
Given what he knew about himself, there were only two possibilities.
First, the initial ghosts they encountered posed little danger and could be ignored.
Second, he himself did not know what kind of ghost it was, so he could not leave any information about it.
The first possibility is highly unlikely. Every ghost is dangerous. Deliberately leaving an injury on my wrist means I'd already decided what information to convey through it. I wouldn't leave myself guessing.
As they waited briefly, the others grew uneasy when Ye Lin remained silent and the gravity in his eyes only deepened.
Li Tianyang took a deep breath and could not help saying