"What's wrong, young man." The man lifted his head and walked out of the elevator, seeing Ye Shikai hesitant to move and couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Nothing." Ye Shikai stepped out of the elevator, his face full of heavy thoughts, the expression solemn. Indeed, this choice was very troubling; Ye Shikai knew his own problems—if it were just a minor issue, Ghost wouldn't have failed to detect it. Yet, the man before him was also someone on the verge of death.
A man on his death bed often speaks good words.
The unfinished building had poor basic facilities, nearly devoid of surveillance equipment, the walls all uneven. If Ye Shikai made a move here, then...
"Young man, I see you might have some worries." The man smiled and said, "Although I can't control my illness, I'm a fortune teller, you know, skilled in the Mind Reading Technique."
"Master, you're really optimistic." Ye Shikai sighed, thinking to himself, if you really could read minds, you'd have already fled by now.
