Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1209 Overhearing a Secret Conversation

Suddenly, my mind felt like it had been severely damaged. Putting all these things together, it was a major point of suspicion. Jiu Ye, this person is too mysterious. If we can't get to the bottom of this matter, then Jiu Ye will be a formidable enemy here. It's possible that many of our actions have been influenced by Jiu Ye to get to this point. Although these are all our speculations, they are not without basis. Otherwise, how could we not suspect others, and why did all the suspicions point to Jiu Ye? After checking into the room, we settled on the sofa. While the bed wasn't big, it was still plenty room for someone. We were broke students, and with the money we'd paid, we could only get a single room. The waiter looked us over, and we curiously asked if the single bed could accommodate one person. I replied without hesitation, "It doesn't really matter if we're alone or two." Just as I was about to continue, Zhou Chuyuan quickly covered his mouth and said, "Alright, stop talking about this. We don't know each other well." I rolled my eyes, thinking, "I wouldn't dare talk about this if I knew them well. The stranger I am, the more I dare to talk about it. After all, we'll be gone and nobody will know each other anymore." But then I thought about it: I'm definitely going to be a public figure someday, so it's not good to talk too much about this, so I ignored him. After getting the room card, I went back. Although it was a B&B, the room was nicely decorated, with a bit of a rural feel. Then I became curious about where the underground bank was. Was it really underground? But this did dispel my concerns. Yes, it is indeed underground, but it is far away. I am curious about what to do. Zhou Chuyuan said: "Just now, I specifically asked Wu Luanpei to find some information and measure it. This so-called underground bank is right below us. If we can make use of it a little, we can directly hear the voices below. But the two of us have to calm down and meditate to listen to what is being said below. Otherwise, ordinary people should not be able to hear it. After all, the location below is too far away from here. If we listen directly, there must be some sound insulation effect or something. We have to go to great lengths to hear it. But we don't make any noise, listen carefully here, and extend our consciousness to the outside. The other party doesn't know what our intentions are, so they dare not intercept us directly." We both thought it was a good idea, so we stayed here all the time. No one should find out. When we stayed here long enough, I was curious about what the people below were thinking. When did the conversation begin? After listening quietly for a while, I gradually caught sight of it. It seemed everyone was seated, and the conversation was about to begin, but it seemed to be coded. I listened for a long time but couldn't make out anything. Wu Luanpei was writing down everything. Now he was back in my consciousness, not saying anything more. I knew he was probably imitating Wu Luansen's sometimes reserved demeanor. Half-consciously, I sighed, "They're really similar. In fact, I think they could be one person at times, but they're also very different in many ways." He wrote down the conversation and told us to call it a day. We'd set a weekly time to listen in on the conversation. After a month of continuous listening, he'd be able to identify the patterns in their conversations. With our mission complete, we successfully transferred the contents of this secret conversation. This was indeed a significant achievement. We knew this Jiu Ye had a unique background. Perhaps we'd make a significant discovery this time! After we left, we observed them again. The way they looked at us wasn't particularly different. So, let's just assume we were here for fun. To keep in with the group, we took a few chickens with us. We paid for them, of course. We played cockfighting, and after paying for the chickens, we took the winning chickens away. The winner of a fight between two chickens wins, and the winning chicken is served on the table. I think it should be served, after all, whoever loses dies. But who wants to eat the losing chicken? That's what I mean. We can't just eat it; we have to keep it alive.