Chapter 1065: The Bell Tolls

“That’s great…” Tian Tian let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this. “If we can achieve ‘Echo,’ we’ll be able to help Qi Xia.”

Zheng Yingxiong nodded in response, suddenly feeling as though he wasn’t lying—just doing his best to help others.

It was as if he had become the most miraculous statue at the center of a wishing pool, capable of granting wealth to anyone with just his words. How could that be considered a lie?

“Hero, little brother, do you want to team up later?” Tian Tian asked.

“No,” Zheng Yingxiong shook his head. “I feel like some kind of seal is breaking here. I’m gradually able to smell everyone’s scent.”

“Really?” Tian Tian nodded. “That’s great. Our team is lucky to have you.”

“Mhm… Sister, you go ahead. I’ll head out first.”

Zheng Yingxiong left Tian Tian’s room and quickly decided on his next target.

The preliminary rehearsal was over—he had to find Han Yimo immediately. After all, this was the simplest task. Only after completing this step would he have a chance to exchange a few words with Chen Junnan.

But Zheng Yingxiong never expected that when he found Han Yimo, Chen Junnan would be standing right beside him.

The two of them were waiting in the “preparation zone.” Han Yimo looked somewhat battered, as if he’d been through something rough.

Now, Zheng Yingxiong was in a dilemma…

The easiest task and the hardest task were standing together—what was he supposed to do?

“What’s up?” Chen Junnan asked. “Any instructions after charging back from the frontlines?”

Zheng Yingxiong scratched his head and quickly strategized his next move. The best approach would be to pull Han Yimo aside and declare his “fragrance” in another room.

But how could Chen Junnan possibly let them leave without asking a single question?

Seeing Zheng Yingxiong remain silent for so long, Chen Junnan gradually sensed something was off.

He slowly stepped forward, bending down with a smile. “Little guy, feeling unwell somewhere?”

Zheng Yingxiong frowned. “Chen Junnan, you’re kind of scary.”

“The hell—call me ‘Brother’!” Chen Junnan reached out to ruffle his hair, but Zheng Yingxiong dodged.

Zheng Yingxiong knew dragging this out wasn’t an option. If he didn’t come up with a solution soon, he’d raise suspicions before even attempting to deal with Chen Junnan. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Chen Junnan, I’m not here for you. I’m here for him.”

He pointed at Han Yimo.

“Me…?” Han Yimo blinked in confusion.

“Yeah.” Zheng Yingxiong nodded. “I need to talk to him, so we’re going to the next room.”

Chen Junnan’s expression darkened slightly. The situation was getting awkward—there was a pressing issue at hand:

Did Zheng Yingxiong know Han Yimo was a mole?

Chen Junnan had plenty of concerns. First, he feared Zheng Yingxiong blindly trusting Han Yimo, putting the team at risk. Second, he worried Zheng Yingxiong had already figured out Han Yimo’s role and would expose him outright.

Right now, Han Yimo’s mental state was in a delicate balance. The team couldn’t trust him too much, but they also couldn’t expose him publicly.

Though it seemed everyone except Han Yimo himself knew he was a mole, this mole had to be allowed to operate smoothly and confidently.

If Han Yimo realized his cover was completely blown, he might switch sides to Qi Xia’s camp for self-preservation. And if Han Yimo truly became loyal to Qi Xia, it would spell disaster for everyone. Some people couldn’t be enemies or allies—they could only be moles.

“Wait… hold on, kid.” Chen Junnan raised a hand to calm Zheng Yingxiong. “If it’s something important, why not say it here? I can help brainstorm.”

Zheng Yingxiong thought to himself, *Just as I expected.* Getting Chen Junnan to back off was wishful thinking.

“Chen Junnan… this matter…” Zheng Yingxiong hesitated. “It’s not something I can say in front of you. It has to be just me and Han Yimo.”

Chen Junnan’s heart sank. From the sound of it, this was almost certainly about the “mole” situation.

Han Yimo looked back and forth between the two, sensing the tension but completely lost as to what they were discussing.

“Alright, then…” Chen Junnan said. “Tell me what you’re planning to talk about. If it’s not interesting, I won’t tag along.”

Zheng Yingxiong paused before replying, “It’s about ‘Echo.'”

Chen Junnan stiffened. If this was about “Echo,” then it was practically confirmed—Han Yimo’s “Echo” was “Disaster Summoning,” the most powerful weapon in this game (though only effective against enemies).

If Zheng Yingxiong wanted to talk to Han Yimo alone, it had to be about “Disaster Summoning.” But how could he dissuade Zheng Yingxiong without raising suspicion?

Neither of them could think of a good solution, leaving them in an awkward silence.

“Fine…” Zheng Yingxiong sighed. “I knew this wouldn’t work.”

He realized he couldn’t outmaneuver Chen Junnan, but to avoid a complete failure, he at least had to secure Han Yimo.

“Won’t work…?”

“Chen Junnan, let me be blunt.” Zheng Yingxiong said. “I just don’t want to talk to you right now. I only want to speak with Han Yimo.”

“Huh? Why’s that?” Chen Junnan feigned offense. “Do I look like a bad conversationalist?”

“I just don’t want to talk to you. Go wherever you want.” Zheng Yingxiong grabbed Han Yimo’s arm. “Come with me. I really need to tell you something.”

The moment he touched Han Yimo, Zheng Yingxiong’s nose was assaulted by an overpowering scent. He turned and saw the source—Qiao Jiajin, lying against the wall.

The smell was so intense it felt tangible.

It was the thick fragrance of “Lawbreaker.”

It seemed this man had grasped his “trigger” in his sleep and was utterly convinced he had achieved “Echo.”

Zheng Yingxiong immediately covered his nose, his voice muffled. “Han Yimo, let’s go. Now.”

Watching the two flee the room as if escaping death, Chen Junnan frowned. *Why did that kid cover his nose and run?*

He sniffed his own arm but detected nothing unusual.

Once in the next room, Zheng Yingxiong steadied his breathing and said, “I smelled your fragrance… You’ve achieved ‘Echo.'”

“Huh?” Han Yimo stared blankly. After a few seconds, he muttered, “What do you mean ‘Echo’? Who even are you…?”

“I…”

Zheng Yingxiong blinked and patiently explained his ability, clarifying that he was the “Giant Bell” here—the one who could discern everyone’s “Echo.”

The reason he’d pulled Han Yimo aside was simple: at that moment, no one else had achieved “Echo,” and announcing it publicly might make them feel inferior.