"I'm fine now."
At this moment, Zhou Deng was pulled back into the Ghost Domain by Yang Jian. He was panting, cold sweat pouring out, as the supernatural power eroding his body dissipated, his ashen face gradually improving.
But even so, he almost didn't make it back.
"Did we fail? This bowl of rice wasn't thrown out or placed on the ground to offer to the ghost." Li Yang, lacking both legs and an arm, sat in the Ghost Domain, meticulously analyzing the intel.
It's inconvenient to move, but he still needs to exercise his mind.
"Captain, Zhou Deng's risk-taking wasn't entirely useless, the rice scattered out earlier disappeared. This might be a key clue."
"I saw it, so I deduced that the rice can't go too far from the person, or else it doesn't just fail, it gets wasted instead." Yang Jian noticed the rice scattered by the eagle earlier was still on the ground.
