Book 3: Chapter 21: Ghost Satellite

Book 3: Chapter 21: Ghost Satellite

We all continued to look at each other. It was just like watching the last scene of a movie at the cinema. Youre all tensed up, your nails are digging into your thighs, and then suddenly, the movie screen gets lifted up.

At this time, our souls were still beside the octagonal coffin but only the wind on the grassland was left in our ears.

After a long time, I slowly cursed, "Fuck.

"You should have given some guidance just now. This girl was too detailed. Now where are we at? What was the point? Shit, its worse than reading a novel." Fatty complained to me while frantically scratching his hair. Then he looked at Jin Wantang, "Were leaving today. Will we be able to get the satellite signal tomorrow?"

I rubbed my face, "Basically, just dont eat indiscriminately when you go in." We definitely couldnt wait any longer. Shen Qianjue's details worked just fine for me. After all, I was the type of person who thought about problems from the details. The information she had provided was very precious to me. Even though we hadnt finished talking, we still had more than ten days to go after we set off. We could just continue to communicate at this time tomorrow. I believed that someone with her character would definitely keep their phone close tomorrow if they didnt finish speaking the first time.

"Do I look like the kind of person who licks peoples moles? That's too unhygienic," Fatty said angrily.

"Look at these corpses. They ate these moles until their stomachs were filled. There must be a reason why this thing is called a delicacy. You may end up bewitched, and afterwards, you might even eat something more disgusting than moles."

Fatty touched his chin and looked at the pile of Shigong's moles on the lounge chair. I didnt know why, but now they looked extremely repulsive. Although everyone had something like moles on their bodies, they seemed like some kind of very evil spirit now that we had heard this story. Fatty picked one up, held it up to his cheek, and put on a charming expression, "Master, come and kiss your humble servants mole."

My whole body broke out in goosebumps. I immediately turned my head, threw a backpack to him, and told him to pack everything up quickly.

Our lounge chairs were made of threaded steel pipes, so we dismantled them and packed them back up. Each person had a flare gun and six flares and the dry food was still in the Hundred Treasures Bag (1) we had brought. Since we had come out more often, we would reform the types of dry food we brought every time. Now the food wasnt as monotonous as it used to be.

Then there were ropes, miner's lamps, and two types of flashlightsone with high power and one with low power. We also had a bunch of cold fireworks, glow sticks, and even special buttons I had bought that could shine for three hours when I pressed them. The miner's lamps required you to hand-crank them to generate electricity.

When it came to weapons, I had my Kukri while Fatty and Poker-Face both had those threaded steel pipes. In terms of tools, we had folding shovels, Luoyang shovel heads, binoculars, and a satellite phone. Now we were bringing along Shigongs moles and a piece of that ceramic figurine.

After inspecting everything, we filled up three waterskins and distributed all of the materials across six horses. Then, each of us mounted a horse, took the lead reins of the remaining three horses, and hit the road, heading towards the coordinates Shen Qianjue had given us.

It was a journey that relied almost entirely on GPS navigation. There werent any landmarks along the wayonly endless grasslandsbut the scenery was particularly beautiful. Poker-Face was in the front, I was in the middle, and Fatty was at the end. The three of us still had a few conversations in the beginning, but the wind soon got stronger and we got tired of talking, so we started walking silently. I began to think carefully about the plan.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Fatty and I exchanged a glance. I quickly grabbed the bag and unzipped it, only to find that it was the satellite phone.

I immediately felt nervous. It's over. Did it just short-circuit and burn the speaker?

Just as I was thinking this, the satellite phone suddenly made another noise and a sound came out. This string of sounds was very long and rhythmic.

I stared at it blankly for a moment. Scientifically speaking, this satellite phone would never ring at this time unless we were in a thunderstorm.

Fatty also found it very strange. After he picked it up and adjusted the frequency, I suddenly heard a Chinese sentence come from the satellite phone. There was a lot of white noise, but that sentence had probably been: It's so dark, it's so dark here.

The voice was very cold, hoarse, and quiet, as if the speaker was in an extremely weak condition.

"Who is this?" Fatty immediately asked.

The other party seemed unable to hear him and continued, "It's too dark to see."

Fatty wanted to ask again, but Poker-Facewho was placating the horses on the sideimmediately waved his hand and told Fatty not to speak.

I understood this gesture and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. This action wasnt to tell Fatty not to make any noise so that he could hear clearly; it was to tell Fatty not to expose himself.

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TN Notes:

(1) A pocket/bag used by ancient warriors to hold various necessary utensils for work.

(2) The Grand Line is an ocean current in the manga/anime One Piece where the majority of the plot takes place. Info here.