New messages arrived, several in rapid succession.
"I don't deserve that form of address from a venerable Heavenly King like you, much less have any wise counsel to offer."
Ding-dong!
"I'll give you another two days, Heavenly King, to find him-or find his body."
Ding-dong.
"Find him, and I'll invite your esteemed father and you to my home. Find his body, and I'll come visit yours."
Ding-dong.
"I have to say, you're quite lucky. My wife happens to be out buying groceries right now. But I can only hold back this news for two days. May your lucky star shine upon you."
Cold sweat instantly covered You Dongtian's forehead.
He had barely put down the phone before turning his eyes to the messages.
The conversation on the phone just now had made his scalp prickle. Every word had struck at his heart; every sentence had flashed with blades and swords!
But Uncle Zuo was Uncle Zuo, after all. In the end, he had still given him two days of breathing room.
Still, those words were rather hard to stomach: find him-or find his body.
This...
I only dare look for him alive. I wouldn't dare look for his body.
But... was he still alive?
No, he definitely was!
You Dongtian studied the messages again, word by word, sentence by sentence, and slowly calmed down.
Uncle Zuo really did give me a hint.
You Dongtian stood and slowly paced.
Yes, this was very clear.
Two days to find him-or find his body.
There was a great deal hidden in that sentence.
An ordinary person would probably have seen only its literal meaning, but You Dongtian was different. After so many years of tempering in the Jianghu, rising and sinking in the sea of humanity, how could he fail to understand certain