Dusk gradually deepened, but the lights in the hall remained bright.
Philippa and others were still heatedly discussing the parchment that suddenly appeared in the game. Was it a hidden plot, or had they missed some clue?
Meanwhile, Wu Heng and Lilith exchanged silent glances, their brows furrowed.
A moment ago, the two were talking about the global virus and Divine Spirits, when the Ghost on the board suddenly said something that seemed intended for them.
"It... can hear us talking?" Lilith's voice carried a hint of disbelief.
This Special Item had never shown any peculiar traits in the hands of the Dwarf Hero, but when it reached Wu Heng, it always exhibited something different.
"I'm afraid it can. I've always thought this thing wasn't simple," Wu Heng said gravely.
"What do we do next?"
Wu Heng strode towards the disappearing Ghost host, staring at it, he said, "Are you talking to me? What kind of 'sincerity' do you need? Just say it directly!"
