Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1260: The Return of the Soul-suppressing Beast (1)
"Where’s the other person? Where is he?"
The drunkard seemed not to hear Jun Moyan’s question, gripping the sides of his clothes with both hands, his tearful eyes fixated on him, clearly no longer sane.
He?
That Demon Clan member with the mask?
"Why are you looking for him?"
The drunkard’s sudden appearance, sudden breakdown, and his insistence on finding that person regarding the tattoo were all too much for Jun Moyan to digest.
He knew the drunkard longer than he knew Qing Yi and Bai Yi.
He always thought the drunkard was a wanderer, without a background, without a past.
For nearly nine years, this seemed to be true.
He speculated that the drunkard might have a past but simply refused to discuss it, so he never overthought it or tried to uncover anyone’s wounds.
This man before him is the one who saved his life, the one he should distrust the least.
But now, he realized this seemingly simple man was the person he knew the least about.
"He lied to me, he deceived me, he fooled me." The drunkard’s emotions gradually became agitated.
"Xi’s gone, he lied to me."
He spun around in agitation, wholly unsure about what to do.
"He promised to help me save Xi, he deceived me, he’s been lying to me." He was hysterical and furious.
"He’s been lying to me, Xi’s dead."
"He’s gone, never coming back, he lied to me for almost nine years, nine years..."
The drunkard screamed in anguish, his pale and lean face covered in tears of hatred.
Xi?
The name seemed familiar.
But he couldn’t remember.
Jun Moyan looked at the irrational drunkard, knowing he couldn’t get anything out of him now, so he took out his phone to call Qing Yi.
He planned to find out exactly what happened.
Just as he dialed the number, a third person suddenly appeared in the room.
The three were startled.
The out-of-control drunkard quieted down, staring blankly at the unfamiliar man in black.
"Who are you?" Ais asked the newcomer cautiously.
Moyu’s gaze swept across the faces of the three, finally settling on Jun Moyan’s face and not moving.
There was an unidentifiable expectation in his eyes.
"It’s time to end this."
Moyu said, waved his hand, and took the three away from here...
Meanwhile, Qing Yi, who had just picked up the call, only heard a couple of indistinguishable sentences between Ais and Moyu before the call was suddenly hung up.
Trying again, he was greeted with a message indicating the number was out of service.
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At the boundary between the Demon Realm and Netherworld, the surroundings were shrouded in chaotic darkness.
The visible but incomprehensible gloom made one feel as if stepping into a swamp, with no sense of security.
Even the sky was a peculiar gray, oppressive and stifling.
Everything around was indescribably gloomy.
When Jun Moyan groggily awoke, the first sight was a sky filled with gray fog.
The sky seemed to weigh heavily upon him, causing unease and suffocation.
Where is this place?
He instinctively tried to lift his hand, but found his body immobile.
The only thing he could move was his head.
With his consciousness slowly clearing, Jun Moyan recalled the unfamiliar man he saw before he fainted.
It was him who brought him here.
Jun Moyan moved his head and realized he was lying on the ground, with another person lying to his upper left.
It was Ais.
Sensing something, he looked to the lower left and indeed saw another person.
The drunkard.
Then he noticed someone in the upper right who should have been in the hospital with Hong Yi, Bai Tang.
And in the lower right corner, surprisingly, was Gu Sheng, who had been missing for months, fate unknown.
