"Oh, you’re making a house call? Who’s so high and mighty that they can get you to come out?"
"Heading to Duanzhou. Brother Meng, can you do me a favor and delay your trip to Duanzhou by a couple days? I’ve got this client—yeah, a big one."
"Brother Meng, with the relationship we have, do you think I’d screw you over? Just tell me, do you trust me or not."
"That, I can’t say. Brother Meng, you should understand—given how close we are, just trust me, alright? Just hold off for a few days."
After hanging up, Zhuge Wanjun called Wen Yan.
"Mister, quick question: Is there anyone important in the Yu State Scorching Sun Department who needs treatment for insomnia? I need to make some Yu State arrangements for a friend over the next couple days."
Wen Yan had just sat down in the car and hadn’t even started driving when he got the call. He thought to himself, Zhuge Wanjun really doesn’t mess around—says she’ll take action, immediately starts making arrangements.
After hearing that, he knew right away that some different race was going to Duanzhou soon, and she was trying to keep them occupied in Yu State.
Regarding insomnia treatment, he’d just seen some relevant info—there’s probably only that one Dream Tapir in Yu State.
"Alright, got it. They won’t have a moment’s peace in the next couple days."
"Okay, thanks, Mister."
After hanging up, Wen Yan used the Scorching Sun Department cell to call Feng Yao.
"Hey, the Minister’s right next to me. I’ve got you on speaker. Go ahead."
"Qin Kun’s here too. Just the three of us."
Wen Yan thought for a moment, then told them about meeting Zhuge Wanjun just now. She’d given him quite a lot of intel.
Right now, getting some higher-ups to enjoy a good night’s sleep for free—that’s too easy.
"That’s about it. The guy’s already lost his mind, and he’s extremely dangerous right now. Something big is definitely going down in the next two days."
Cai Qidong listened with a stony face and didn’t respond. Feng Yao was still digesting the barrage of news.
But it was Qin Kun who spoke up first.
"Junior Brother Wen, you’ve only just started training—don’t get mixed up in all this.
If you need money, just tell me. There’s no way the Scorching Sun Department’s pocket change is worth you risking your life. That’s just ridiculous.
I already called Grand Uncle Master this morning. He said the Great Zombie has set out and will arrive today.
Just be careful. I’ll handle everything. You don’t need to worry."
Feng Yao turned his head to the side, pretending not to hear.
Cai Qidong acted selectively deaf too. Even as Qin Kun said that right in front of him, his expression didn’t change—let it go in one ear and out the other.
A guy who can single-handedly take down a highly dangerous ancient battlefield domain unarmed—so long as Qin Kun stays in Nanwu County, Qin Kun could spit right in his face and he’d just let it dry there.
Besides, the support intel their junior brother provides alone is more important than the whole squad of three regular guys under him.
So what if someone cares about their own junior brother?
What, are we not allowed a few happy words?
After Qin Kun finished, Cai Qidong immediately nodded with all seriousness and instructed Feng Yao:
"That’s right. Xiao Wen did a great job this time—he even brought Zhuge Wanjun over to our side. All the intel is key. Make sure it’s all recorded—don’t miss anything."
Then, Cai Qidong spoke into the phone.
"Xiao Wen, if you need any support or resources, just say the word. I’ll absolutely back you up here in every way."
"Thank you, Minister, understood. Also, Senior Brother Qin, it’s not like I want to jump in—this guy’s set his sights on me. He wants me dead. I have no choice but to fight back; there’s no way I can stay out of this."
"Just stay safe. Wait ’til our people arrive before you make a move," Qin Kun advised kindly.
Then Qin Kun glanced at Cai Qidong’s posture and rolled his eyes, saying nothing.
"Minister, can you put in a file for me? I need Feixin Group’s help investigating something very important."
"I’m not sure yet, but it’s hugely important—maybe even critical."
"Alright, this is top priority. I’ll sign off on it personally. Whatever you need, just go for it."
"I also want Feng Yao to help with the search—no one else can pull it off."
"Done," Cai Qidong agreed decisively.
Ever since Wen Yan got the new intel saying Fake Mo Zhicheng seemed to have found traces of the Soul Devouring Beast—and wanted to brainwash and control it—
then whatever Wen Yan wanted to do was automatically top priority.
Even if Wen Yan couldn’t even say clearly what he was doing, Cai Qidong would still approve it.
After hanging up, Feng Yao immediately grabbed his thick notebook and set out.
Wen Yan also hung up and went home.
He sent Uncle back to the basement, offered incense, then made sure the little zombie and Sparrow Cat were fed. After that, Wen Yan started practicing his martial arts.
While practicing, he kept turning over in his mind—what was up with that temporary ability.
He had to figure out what the "Last Whisper" was first.
The hint he’d been given—work with Feixin Company—was already clear enough; it had to be something from Feixin chat logs.
And "Whisper"—eight or nine times out of ten, that would mean a voice chat message.
To find that, he’d definitely need Scorching Sun Department to issue paperwork.
But the hard part wasn’t that—it was how to pin down exactly which one it was.
That meant he had to start with Fake Mo Zhicheng.
He’d run through his practice set five or six times when Feng Yao’s car pulled up outside. With big dark circles under his eyes, Feng Yao walked in with his thick notebook in hand, all business.
"You can pull up all Fake Mo Zhicheng’s previous movement routes, right?"
"And now his identity—what about Zhang Fan?"
"In today’s world, unless he never steps into a city or uses any electronics, it’s impossible to totally hide. At the very least, his public identity trails are pretty easy to track."
"Good. I’m not even sure what exactly I’m looking for, but try searching by the following criteria.
One, the person may already be dead.
Two, this person left a voice message on Feixin before they died.
Three, this person was a Feixin friend of some Feixin account Fake Mo Zhicheng used.
Four, it’s highly likely Fake Mo Zhicheng had contact with this person."
"Those criteria are shaky, man. We don’t even know who he was before he became Mo Zhicheng...," Feng Yao was totally stumped. "How do we even check? This is a needle in a haystack."
"Just try it first. If it doesn’t work, we’ll regroup. This is incredibly important."