Xia Jianren's hand shook, and he immediately hung up the phone call from Cang Yue.
He'd seen Cang Yue torn in half with his own eyes; there was no way he was answering that call.
But the caller kept insisting. The phone screen lit up repeatedly, like a relentless, ominous curse. Panicked, Xia Jianren repeatedly pressed the end call button. Unexpectedly, after a few tries, the phone screen went black—it had powered off.
His phone's battery had already been low, and the recent calls had drained the last of its power. Xia Jianren stared dumbfounded at the dark screen.
He repeatedly pressed the power button, but the phone wouldn't light up again.
"Fuck!" Xia Jianren cursed, gripping his phone tightly, though he didn't dare to shout.
His breathing was heavy as he moved forward cautiously, desperate to find the path he'd taken earlier.
Meanwhile, Wang Chuan, who was on a mountain road, finally got through to Cang Yue's phone.
"Hello?" Cang Yue's voice came from the phone.
