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The Vietnamese's eyes were fixed on Fatty beside me.
I felt a surge of anger. At this moment, our common enemy should be the Hakka People in this village. Fatty had repeatedly intimidated A San. If he scared him to death, that would be one thing, but if he didn’t, and it drove A San to madness or some inexplicable rampage, wouldn’t that just add to our troubles?
I turned towards Fatty, my face filled with fury. He needed to tone it down a bit.
However, upon seeing Fatty's expression, my heart sank. It was utterly unbelievable.
A look I had never seen before appeared on Fatty's face. It was a cold shock.
Fatty was the type of person whose facial expressions were usually flat; he had a fierce appearance that could scare people when he wasn’t smiling, and when he did smile, it was even more infuriating. But at this moment, his expression was not one of intimidation; it was one of murderous intent.
Yet his gaze wasn’t directed at A San; it was fixed on me. A single glance exchanged between us told me he must have recalled something that terrified him, and that something was related to me.
Fatty's eyes glinted with a chilling light, sending shivers down my spine, and I could only imagine how terrified the Vietnamese must be at that moment. I quickly waved at the Vietnamese, signaling him to take a rest. Then I mouthed to Fatty, "What’s going on?"
"I never mentioned your name," Fatty said slowly through clenched teeth.
I thought for a moment: "Maybe you introduced my name and forgot about it, or perhaps your private conversation with Xiao Ting was overheard by them. They have someone with exceptional hearing; they wouldn’t miss such information."
"It’s not like that. When we were on the Ground, I only mentioned going down to save people, and I never brought up anyone's name. Most of the time, I was arguing with them, confused by the term 'Awakened Ones.' After we descended into the Underground Cavern, an accident happened immediately, and after a fierce struggle, there was no further communication between us.
During that time, my exchanges with Xiao Ting were also minimal; I had to focus most of my energy on guarding against the Hakka People. I’m certain that I never mentioned you."
"It might have been Xiao Ting who let it slip; she’s quite close to Tang Yumo, and girls share secrets that they won’t tell you."
"No. They didn’t communicate at that time. Our relationship with the three Hakka People was very tense during that stretch; they were practically leading us under my Muzzle. Xiao Ting didn’t interact with them; she stayed right by my side. It wasn’t until we found the Vietnamese and Lao People that our relationship with the Hakka People eased up. Only when we reached the Hakka People Campsite did we need to take a boat to find you all, and it was after Xiao Ting sat with Tang Yumo that they started talking."
Is this a ghost story? My mind couldn’t wrap around this twist.
I took a moment to calm myself. Let’s use the process of elimination. Someone must have mentioned my name; I just need to rule out all the impossibilities. What remains, no matter how strange or unbelievable, must be the truth.
I narrowed down the timeframe from when Fatty entered Hakka Village until A San heard the Hakka People mention my name, checking if anyone else could have revealed information about me during that period.
I could first rule out Fatty; he seemed so certain that there wouldn’t be any issues. But Xiao Ting was trickier—although she was with Fatty during this time, girls have their private moments. It’s impossible for her to be under Fatty ’s watch every second.
I turned to Fatty: "Go verify this with Xiao Ting. During this period, specifically before we found the Vietnamese and Lao People, did she mention my name to Tang Yumo?"
Fatty grumbled, "You don’t trust me?"
"Are you stupid? Would she feel comfortable talking about it with you? Do you know what she might have said at those times?!"
"……" Fatty opened his mouth in surprise for a moment before quickly leaving the room.
Entering Hakka Village from Fatty, I made my way to the Underground Cavern where I found the Vietnamese and Lao People. Aside from Fatty and Xiao Ting, only the Vietnamese and Lao People might mention me.
I approached A San and silently mouthed, "Before you saw Fatty, did you mention me to the Lao People?"
A San nodded, then shook his head. "Of course we mentioned you; we were hoping you'd come to save us. But it's been a long time since we talked about you. We're almost starving, we don't even have the strength to speak."
"Did you mention my name to Fatty?"
The Vietnamese nodded.
"Damn it. Are you trying to complicate things? If you mentioned my name, of course they would know. They have someone with hearing issues; you know that. Are you out of your mind?"
The Vietnamese looked distressed. "Brother Qiang, you misunderstood; you didn't get what I meant. As soon as I encountered Fatty..."
A San flinched at the mention of Fatty's name and glanced nervously toward the entrance. It seemed his fear of Fatty ran deep; even mouthing the name made him anxious.
"I heard the Hakka People mention you, but at that time, I was too exhausted to talk with the Lao People about anything else, let alone your situation. So, of course, I wouldn't mention your name. Brother Qiang, when the Hakka People brought up your name, they were very... concerned. It felt strange."
I felt even more uneasy. Although this clearly followed the trend of a protagonist template, I sensed that my role as the main character could end at any moment. Someone was plotting against me, and it was someone who knew me.
I slowly returned to my seat at the table.
The Vietnamese and Lao People could also be ruled out. Who could it be? I had a guess that I was reluctant to entertain. I decided to keep it in reserve; if all other possibilities were eliminated, then this guess would become a fact.
Suddenly, I recalled the ambush in Zhenfeng County. It seemed that since that incident, someone had been lurking in the shadows targeting me—not to stop me from doing something but rather wanting my life or to prevent something by eliminating me.
I don't think my life is worth much, so killing me would only be to stop a certain action of mine. At that time, my short-term goal was to assist the Vietnamese Gang in tomb raiding and to retrieve the goods ordered by Guo Lin from their hands. My long-term objective was to enter the underground of Lop Nur to rescue someone.
It would be foolish to use this method to prevent me from entering the underground of Lop Nur, especially since at that moment, no one could access it; the area had already been sealed off. Even if I took the risk to enter Lop Nur, all that person had to do was wait and make a call at a critical moment, and relevant authorities would come to stop me.
Therefore, the shadowy figure targeting me must be trying to thwart my short-term actions. Moreover, it became increasingly clear that this person had at least followed me from Zhenfeng. It should be an individual or a group specifically targeting me; I certainly don't believe that multiple people or groups are organizing assassination attempts against me. If that were the case, I would undoubtedly be the unluckiest protagonist in the world, destined to meet my end quickly.
(To Be Continued...)
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