Xiong Ba's voice came through from the other end of the phone.
"Hold on a second."
Zhang Fan looked around, got up, and walked out of the company. When he reached the corridor, he said in a low voice, "What's the matter? Go ahead."
"I..."
Xiong Ba paused for a moment, organized his thoughts, and then recounted the experience he had at the Xiong Family's ancestral temple in full detail.
"Evil Gods!?" Zhang Fan's eyebrows suddenly twitched, instantly recalling the box he brought back from the old Ming Family residence and the piece of paper inside that had eight characters written on it:
Great Night is Not Bright, Evil Gods Can Be Resolved.
"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Zhang Fan's expression turned odd.
"Absolutely not, I could recognize your face even if it turned to ashes."
"..."
"How is this possible? How could there be another me?" Zhang Fan's eyebrows nearly knitted into a '川' character from frowning.
