“Qi Xia…?” Doctor Zhao furrowed his brow slightly. “Have you forgotten? We’ve already joined ‘Heaven’s Mouth.’ Now our leader is also Chu Tianqiu.”

“But there are so many schemes and deceptions in this world. Who can say for sure?”

Zhang Shan walked forward step by step, and in the blink of an eye, he was less than ten steps away from the two.

Doctor Zhao quickly pondered countermeasures and soon felt the situation was unfavorable.

Zhang Shan didn’t seem to be here to negotiate but rather to hold them accountable.

“Han Yimo… I don’t think this is going to work…” He turned his head and said in a low voice, “We can only attack him when he’s not paying attention…”

“You…” Han Yimo looked helplessly at Doctor Zhao. “Aren’t you playing me…?”

“Huh?”

“I finally managed to summon the ‘Seven Black Swords’… After you shattered it, you’re telling me to summon another one…” Han Yimo said somewhat dazedly. “What do you think I am? A weapons factory?”

“This…” Doctor Zhao was also somewhat at a loss for words. “I, I didn’t think that much just now… I…”

With only a few steps left, the two’s conspiratorial words had already reached Zhang Shan’s ears. He looked back at Little Glasses somewhat helplessly. “These two people really don’t seem to have any brains. What do you think?”

Little Glasses reached up to adjust his frames and said softly, “If you say these two planned this themselves and then framed Chu Tianqiu, I definitely don’t believe it, since they don’t seem like such clever people. But if you say this is a scheme of that young man called Qi Xia, I also don’t believe it. I heard he’s already left ‘Heaven’s Mouth.’ Having two former subordinates kill people here has no meaning.”

“Oh…?” Zhang Shan instantly extracted the key point from Little Glasses’ words. “So you’re saying… this matter was really arranged by Chu Tianqiu?”

“Zhang Shan.” Little Glasses called out with a serious expression. “You trust Chu Tianqiu, and we two trust you. You think he’s reliable, so we’ll follow you here without hesitation, but that doesn’t mean we also open our hearts to him. So I’ll judge this matter from a completely objective angle—Chu Tianqiu is the most suspicious.”

“But…” Zhang Shan lowered his head in thought, seemingly not knowing how to speak.

“I have a secret,” Zhang Shan said. “This secret has been buried in my heart for many years. I haven’t even told those closest to me.”

“Chu Tianqiu knows that secret?” Little Glasses asked.

“That’s right.” Zhang Shan nodded. “Every time we walk out of the interview room, Chu Tianqiu pulls me aside to whisper. He tells me the secret that only I know and quickly informs me of the situation in this world. This makes me have to believe him.”

“Can you tell us two that secret?” Little Glasses pointed at himself and Old Lu with his finger.

“Sorry, no.”

Little Glasses nodded with a heavy expression, but soon changed the subject, saying, “In other words… we have a life-and-death friendship, yet you still can’t say it, which shows that secret is really important to you.”

“Yes, it’s the thing I regret most in my life,” Zhang Shan said. “So I can’t tell anyone… but Chu Tianqiu knows.”

Little Glasses looked at Zhang Shan with somewhat profound eyes. “But… people don’t remain unchanging, right?”

“What?”

“Everyone says Chu Tianqiu has preserved at least two years of memories… but what if it’s even longer?” Little Glasses asked. “Could it be that when you first met, because you had a slight favorable impression, you thought he was someone you could befriend, so you told him your secret, but his purpose was to obtain this secret and then make you work for him life after life?”

After hearing this, Zhang Shan was slightly stunned, and his forward steps also stopped.

“Little Glasses…” He turned back with a somewhat gloomy expression and said, “I’m a rough man. I don’t understand those roundabout ways… What are you trying to say?”

“Actually, I’ve already been very direct,” Little Glasses said. “Zhang Shan, you might have been deceived. Chu Tianqiu doesn’t even need you to speak your secret out loud. He can use certain ‘Echoes’ to extract your memories. If your secret wasn’t spoken from your own mouth, then what?”

“Enough.” Zhang Shan interrupted. “I don’t believe it…”

“Sigh.” Little Glasses shook his head helplessly. “Zhang Shan, you preserved your memories last time, right? Looking at your experiences from last time and this time… is Chu Tianqiu really someone worth you working for with your life?”

Hearing Little Glasses’ words, Zhang Shan’s originally somewhat firm expression also wavered at this moment.

He pondered for a while, then said, “In any case, what needs to be dealt with right now isn’t Chu Tianqiu but these two people before us.”

Han Yimo and Doctor Zhao, who had just relaxed their guard, became tense again upon hearing this.

“Han Yimo!” Doctor Zhao called out. “Quickly summon the ‘Seven Black Swords’!!”

“I… I’m trying…” Han Yimo closed his eyes tightly, feeling the situation was extremely dangerous right now.

Chu Tianqiu had told him his “Echo” was called “Inviting Disaster.”

When he learned of this ability, he suddenly became too nervous to express.

Under normal circumstances, the disaster summoned would inevitably affect him one hundred percent, but the “Seven Black Swords” was an exception. He only had a fifty percent chance of dying under the “Seven Black Swords,” and after cooperating with Doctor Zhao, his “Seven Black Swords” became relatively safe and would only attack the opponent.

But facing a “Heaven’s Vigorous Movement” approaching with overwhelming momentum, his subconscious had no way to calmly summon the “Seven Black Swords.”

Han Yimo was trying hard to control his thoughts. He forced himself to abandon all sense of crisis; otherwise, once he felt he was “going to die,” even without Zhang Shan making a move, he would collapse on his own.

“Kid, since I don’t believe what you’re saying, I’ll have to make you stop first.” Zhang Shan moved his wrists and said, “I’ll beat you two to death first. When I see Chu Tianqiu, I’ll naturally get to the bottom of it.”

“Han, Han Yimo…” Doctor Zhao called out. “Are you ready yet…?”

“Almost… give me a bit more time…” Cold sweat trickled down Han Yimo’s cheeks from his forehead. He only felt a wave of dizziness in his brain but didn’t know whether the “Seven Black Swords” had come or not.

“Damn… Chu Tianqiu was still here just now, but at the critical moment, he actually disappeared…”

Doctor Zhao muttered, then slowly retreated a step. Now only one thought remained in his mind—escape.

“What, Chu Tianqiu was here just now?” Zhang Shan asked again.

“Yes…” Doctor Zhao nodded. “After we finished killing the first batch of people just now, he came over… and took some things.”

“Since this matter was instigated by him, why didn’t he stay here to watch the whole time?” Zhang Shan asked again.

“Because he said his hands didn’t want to be stained with fresh blood…” Doctor Zhao answered truthfully. “But he…”

Zhang Shan saw Doctor Zhao’s expression was unnatural and turned his head to look at the corpses on the ground.

Since the distance was close enough, the faces of each corpse could be seen. They were indeed all members of “Heaven’s Mouth.”

But the eyeballs of these corpses had all been gouged out.