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Tan Ming furrowed his brows and directly reached out to touch him.
Yan Qing was caught off guard.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Yan Qing jolted, feeling overly sensitive; his skin was particularly ticklish, and even the slightest touch sent him into a fit of discomfort. He quickly wrapped his arms around his chest for protection.
Tan Ming tightened his grip around Yan Qing's waist, firmly restraining his hands, while his other hand swiftly dove into Yan Qing's pocket.
Just as Yan Qing sensed something was off, Tan Ming pulled out the Red Card from his pocket.
Yan Qing froze, shock written all over his face.
Tan Ming slowly turned the Red Card over, focusing intently on the numbers displayed—there it was, Meizai.
Yan Qing was the Messenger.
Tan Ming's gaze bore into him, his expression icy. "You lied to me?"
His voice was cold.
Despite having suspected this all along, when the realization hit him, a fierce anger ignited within him.
What was he truly angry about?
Was it because Yan Qing had revealed his Wolf Messenger Identity to Qi Qiuluo without mentioning it to him? Or was he frustrated by Yan Qing's foolish and reckless behavior?
He looked deeply at Yan Qing, feeling a sense of betrayal from someone he thought he could see through so easily.
At that moment, beyond anger, there was also disappointment.
Yes, disappointment.
He had believed that they had established mutual trust, yet Yan Qing had dealt him a heavy blow.
As soon as Yan Qing heard the sudden chill in Tan Ming's tone, he realized he had upset him and sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
With both witness and evidence present, there was no way for him to evade responsibility.
Tan Ming didn't want to hear his apology; what he wanted wasn't just an apology.
His anger didn't stem from Yan Qing's concealment of the truth.
It was Yan Qing's distrust that ignited Tan Ming's anger. However, as he watched Yan Qing with his head bowed and eyes filled with helplessness, looking as if he was speaking insincerely, Tan Ming found it hard to truly blame him.
He asked, "What kind of messenger are you? A Sorcerer or a Thief?" The former would respond, the latter would respond, and if it were something else, it would respond differently.
Tan Ming could overlook Yan Qing's previous concealment, but moving forward, he hoped for honesty from him.
Yan Qing blurted out something unintelligible.
Tan Ming pondered; the Traveler had been replaced, the Werewolf was dead—besides Sorcerer and Thief, what other messengers were there?
"You can't reveal your Wolf Messenger Identity, but you can write it down and tell me," Tan Ming thought his approach was quite reasonable.
Yan Qing's expression stiffened as he shook his head. He couldn't say it. To all messengers, the Werewolf was dead. He couldn't invite trouble upon himself.
"No," Yan Qing's voice was filled with resistance, his gaze evasive.
"Qi Qiuluo can know; why can't I?" Tan Ming's eyes bore into him, a hint of something unusual lurking within.
Yan Qing failed to notice the emphasis in Tan Ming's words. He was confused about what Qi Qiuluo knew and what relevance it had to her.
A thought flashed through Yan Qing's mind—perhaps Qi Qiuluo saw something during the voting below! His expression grew exceedingly complicated.
His prolonged silence was a silent acquiescence to Tan Ming.
Tan Ming nodded slightly, a trace of disappointment evident in his gaze.
Yan Qing hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.
Tan Ming handed the Red Card back to him before turning away to leave.
Yan Qing watched his departing figure and took a few steps after him, but then stopped. Would Tan Ming believe him? Zhang Liu had predicted that the murderer was a werewolf. He was the werewolf. He thought about He Zhengwei's tragic fate and ultimately chose to stay put.
Yan Qing realized that, rather than explaining to Tan Ming, he had something more urgent to do—he needed to find Qi Qiuluo. Just then, a piercing scream echoed from downstairs.
Ah!
Yan Qing immediately rushed down the stairs, only to see several glowing green objects flickering in front of the people below, followed by a series of them collapsing one after another.
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