Daomu Biji: Restart

Book 1: Chapter 158

I became even more convinced when I went back to the beginning. But my ability to reason was interfering again and all the possibilities were getting jumbled up. But my instincts kept pointing towards the second story.

I also had to admit that I was deceiving myself into thinking that Poker-Face and Black Glasses were just hidden by Uncle Two. At the very least, it was just a theory. But it also gave me a little hope even though it wouldn’t change anything.

At least the discomfort in my lungs was definitely real. This discomfort had me suspecting that all of my thoughts were just conspiracy theories.

The biggest possibility right now was that Uncle Two didn’t know that the calling spring would emit poisonous gas and this was the worst-case scenario.

I needed to do two things. First, I wanted to make sure that Uncle Two had been acting in good faith. I whole-heartedly believed that Uncle Two would make an extremely complicated decision for Uncle Three. The Wu family was in a tough spot after all, and Uncle Three and I were the ones responsible for most of these ups and downs. I figured it was also the reason why Uncle Two didn’t put me in the game.

But there was still another possibility: this was all part of Uncle Two’s plan. I never really understood Uncle Two, but even if he did these things with malicious intent, it was obvious that he was acting on the spur of the moment. The plan had been carried out too fast, which made me suddenly notice that something was off. It would've been better if this exact plan had been spread out over a year.

It was also possible that Uncle Two was being coerced.

The second thing I needed to do was to figure out what my next course of action was going to be.

So many of Xiao Hua’s people had been killed here, which was something that couldn't be faked. Boss Jiao clearly wasn’t an ordinary person. There was also the fact that Fatty had entered the calling spring, so my first priority was to tell him what would happen after it thundered.

Xiao Hua, who was mixed in with Boss Jiao’s team, also knew about this matter, so he was probably trying to find a way. Would my rash actions disrupt his plan? Should I trust him or trust myself?

And, would Xiao Hua give up Fatty for the sake of the overall situation?

I knew that Xiao Hua might have done it in the past. But I believed that he would save Fatty now, just as Fatty would save him.

The things I had been thinking of were stuck in my mind and my intuition was telling me that my suspicions were correct. At this time, I should make a special decision that would lay out the doubts in my heart and nail the key part of the overall situation that I couldn’t see. That way, I could catch up with everyone's progress.josei

Liu Sang obviously thought that I was acting strange and patted me. I touched the back of my neck, knowing that I could only figure this out by myself.

"Do you still want to listen?" Liu Sang asked me at the same time I asked him, "Do you have any explosives?"

Everyone looked at each other and some nodded. "What are you going to do?" Liu Sang asked me.

I told them to give me all the explosives they had and slung them over my shoulder. "I'm going to vent," I said to them before turning to Liu Sang and adding, "Come with me."

I took Liu Sang all the way to the cliff by the tulou and used a Luoyang shovel to make more than a dozen holes in the ground. After that, I cut the fuses on the explosives and put the explosives in the ground. Liu Sang asked me what I was doing while keeping an eye on our surroundings.

"You know, us three friends have a special way of communicating with each other," I said to Liu Sang.

I was going to knock out a message using the explosives. This area was surrounded by mountains, so the explosions would create a huge echo. This was a secret code that the three of us would understand. I was going to use all of the explosives to set off a total of three explosions. With Fatty's IQ, he should be able to notice.

Fatty still had a lot of explosives on hand, so if there was a chance, maybe he could set off the explosives inside the calling spring so that the sound would echo. That was why I needed Liu Sang to help me listen to the underground noises.

Liu Sang looked at me with a complicated expression on his face. I still had Sasha’s—or Jiang Zi Suan—cigarettes in my clothes, so I took one out, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it for him.

"Get to work."