"Han Chong, Han Chong, where are you? Come out quickly, I can see you, just come out." Lu Zong, finding Han Chong gone from the tent, immediately grew anxious and shouted blindly. But no one answered him; not even an echo bothered to reply. Ma Xiong nervously scanned the surroundings. The area was filled with furniture and objects, offering nowhere to hide. This made Ma Xiong even more tense. He concentrated all his energy on his surroundings, terrified that some danger might be quietly approaching him.

But for a long time, no sound came from anywhere, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. This deathly silence alerted them both: they were in extreme danger, for the enemy was hidden while they were exposed, under the constant threat of death.

Lu Zong grew even more anxious, because at this moment, he wasn't just worried about his own safety; he was more concerned about Han Chong. Han Chong had become mysteriously strange, vanishing without a trace, seeming like a stranger to even himself. If that were all, fine, but the fact that his entire "fat husband" had emerged—how could his fragile heart bear such a blow? Thinking of this, he was on the verge of tears.

Suddenly, a woman's scream shot through the air, raising both men's guard to the absolute maximum. Because that female voice was none other than Han Chong's. They instantly looked left and right, trying to locate Han Chong’s figure, but there was still no sign of him anywhere—only those old, broken pieces of furniture scattered haphazardly.

Lu Zong called out with a touch of desperation, "Hey, Han Chong, I know you must be in danger, that you've seen something incredible. Come out now and tell us. We are all on the same side; we will certainly do everything we can to help you solve this problem. Hurry up and come out. Don't worry, we are allies. Maybe you lost your memory or something; I won't blame you. As long as you come out, we promise to lay down our arms—oh, wait, we promise we can help you resolve your troubles. See this handsome guy next to me? His ancestors were tomb raiders; he knows everything about the strange and heretical arts. Don't worry, just come out. Hurry up, Han Chong." Han Chong's voice finally emerged, trembling, sounding very scared. He asked in a tone of utter panic, "What's wrong? Why have I become like this? Who am I, really? Why have I turned into this? Who am I? Where has my body gone?"

Hearing this, Ma Xiong and Lu Zong's minds immediately spun, trying to process everything that had happened. They suddenly recalled the incident where their own thoughts had separated from their bodies. Could Han Chong have encountered the same thing? Alas, what a mess. Having grasped a small piece of the puzzle, Lu Zong shouted, "Han Chong, I know what's going on. Come out quickly; I have a way to save you."

But the next sound nearly made him spit out his saliva, because Han Chong replied in a clear and bright voice, "What? You can't see me? I am right in front of you! Can't you see me?"

Lu Zong and Ma Xiong exchanged glances, both utterly bewildered. In front of them was nothing but air and those dilapidated pieces of furniture; how could Han Chong’s shadow be there? Lu Zong immediately replied, "Be good, Han Chong, come out quickly. We promise we won't hurt you, don't worry. Come out. Don't you trust the two of us? If we had any ill intentions toward you, we would have struck long ago."

But Han Chong kept muttering the same phrase, speaking in a deeply saddened and terrified tone: "You really can't see me? I'm standing right here! How could you not see me?"

His words were spoken with such seriousness that even if the voice hadn't belonged to Han Chong, the two men would have believed him, because in the time they had spent with Han Chong, they had completely figured out the girl's temperament: grounded and timid as a mouse. Coupled with the immense trouble they were currently facing, she shouldn't be deceiving them. At least what she was saying matched what had just happened—hearing the voice but seeing no person.

Lu Zong muttered, "How is it possible we can't see you? Can you turn invisible?"

Han Chong immediately replied, "Impossible! How could I be invisible? I suspect your eyesight is bad." Hearing this, Ma Xiong suddenly exploded in rage, cursing, "Damn it, who are you calling blind? My eyesight was chosen with the utmost care, carried out of the womb! Anyone who dares say my eyesight is bad, I curse them to buy instant noodles without seasoning for life! You don't know, my eyes are incredible. If you weren't wearing much clothing, I could even see your raw flesh and your thoughts."

Han Chong, hearing Ma Xiong’s rudeness, also got angry and retorted, "Who said my eyesight is bad? Just because I went to university, graduated with a Master's degree, and am currently an intern, doesn't mean I'm nearsighted! I feel like a miracle on earth! I think the seventh wonder of the world, the Terracotta Army, should yield its spot to me; the seventh great wonder of the world should be..." A university graduate who didn't wear glasses. More importantly, he was a Chinese university student!

The moment he heard "Master's degree," Lu Zong immediately thought of one person: Ge Mei. They both had the same level of education, and their relationship with the Fatty was equally ambiguous, which made Lu Zong suspicious.

He looked at Ma Xiong, and the confusion on his face infected Ma Xiong. Ma Xiong immediately realized Lu Zong had something to tell him and asked heroically, "Lu Zong, we're men. Say whatever you need to say; your brother is listening. Go on."

Lu Zong lacked confidence. He looked at the air in front of him and said, "Han Chong, this matter actually involves you. Don't be angry when you hear it later; just pretend we two are talking nonsense. I'm just guessing blindly, not sure what's really happening. Ma Xiong, do you remember Fatty's apprentice, that female university graduate? She’s just like this girl—she doesn't wear glasses."

Han Chong immediately interjected, "What? You actually know a university student who doesn't wear glasses? No way! You can even meet treasures like that? That's even rarer than a national treasure! You must have accumulated some great merit in your past lives to see two sight-unimpaired university students in this lifetime. I'm so jealous! I've only ever talked about myself."

Ma Xiong ignored Han Chong's interruption and said seriously, "Of course, I remember her! Isn't that the girl named Ge Mei? You know, she's quite something, though..."

"What? You know a girl named Ge Mei? Are you kidding me? How could you possibly know her? She’s never even seen you, never even heard of you! How could she know you?" Ma Xiong immediately argued back, "Who says we can't meet beautiful women? Let me tell you, the girl we saw was stunning—big eyes, bright red lips, the kind that makes you want to bite just by looking at her. And that slender figure—wow! She was radiant! One look and you really feel like getting a nosebleed."

Han Chong sounded unconvinced and asked, "How did you meet her? Why doesn't she know you? Where did you see her? Can you tell me? Also, Ma Xiong, you described her so wonderfully—are you in love with her?"

Ma Xiong immediately started fantasizing, launching into a story about himself and the beauty. Ma Xiong had plenty to say, explaining unhurriedly, "Actually, we've been childhood sweethearts for a long time, but we didn't grow up together, so it wasn't until we reunited these past few days that we fully understood each other's hearts. Then we became lovers, and our relationship advanced rapidly. Finally, true affection shone through hardship, one moonless night in an empty sorghum field, and then we moved to one secluded spot after another until we finally found a suitable place, and there, I finally..."

At this point, Ma Xiong abruptly fell silent. Lu Zong listened without a word. He hadn't realized Ma Xiong was such a great storyteller. The usually chatty Han Chong also suddenly stopped talking, seemingly captivated by Ma Xiong's tale. Ma Xiong's abrupt stop made both listeners impatient, and they urged him on together.

Seeing that Han Chong was no longer as frantic as before, Ma Xiong replied, "Alright, Lu Zong, I've calmed Han Chong down. Now we need to figure out how to make Han Chong visible to us."

Han Chong suddenly let out a playful, soft sound, "You're so wicked! You were awful just now."

Hearing this, Ma Xiong was satisfied. After all, every man possesses a bit of a rogue nature, and having a girl scold him would certainly inflate his vanity.

Lu Zong said, "According to my analysis, the reason we can't see Han Chong is because our line of sight has been distorted."

Ma Xiong shook his head, "I don't understand that part. You should explain it slowly to Han Chong. I'll keep thinking; maybe I can find a way to make Han Chong show himself. I think I heard my grandfather mention a case like this once; let me think."

So Lu Zong turned toward the empty space in front of him and asked, "Han Chong, are you listening? Listen carefully." The air in front of him shifted slightly, and he felt the sensation of wind moving, sensing that Han Chong must have nodded. He replied, "Okay, listen closely. I actually feel that the space here is incredibly unstable, so spatial distortions happen frequently. Our line of sight twists along with the swirling of space. If space is warped, then vision warps too, but we ourselves feel like we are moving parallelly. I feel that the damned space is causing trouble right now. We already suffered a loss once; this time, I must analyze this carefully and diligently. Don't worry, we will definitely be able to rescue you all."

Han Chong nodded again, his voice full of gratitude, answering, "Thank you both. When my husband returns, I will certainly thank you properly."

The moment Han Chong mentioned her husband, Lu Zong was filled with surging anger. He was trying to save his own wife, yet she kept calling someone else "husband." He felt utterly useless in that moment. But right now, the most important thing was to get Han Chong out safely. If anything happened to Han Chong, it would be too late for regrets.