I love you

Ye Tian's expression turned ugly, filled with worry. Recalling the scene from last night that he described, Chu Tianying also felt uneasy. He had encountered people who played with insects; in Africa, many tribes often kept various strange creatures, and he saw some tinkering with Gu in South America, but playing with the dead and making them walk and talk was something he had never heard before. It wasn't fear that he felt, but rather a wave of disgust at such extreme and even perverse practices.

At this moment, the satellite phone that Chu Tianying had kept in his backpack suddenly rang.

The room fell silent abruptly. All three of them turned their gaze toward the backpack in the corner of the room; in the quiet room, only the incessant ringing of the phone persisted, wave after wave of sound jabbing at everyone's nerves.

"You didn't turn it off?" Ye Tian asked.

"My satellite signal is encrypted. It can't be tracked. It must be my family calling."