At that moment, Lu Youdao was standing in front of the camera, his lame leg resting on a metal pedal. It was clear that he was the one who had saved me just now.
"Kid, this is the first rule I'm teaching you," he said. "There is no such thing as absolute trust among Apostles. At any given moment, your top priority is to ensure your own absolute safety."
"Don't trust anyone, especially on a mission. Your closest partner may betray you; nightmares can drive a person to become a Ghost."
Feeling an innate resistance to Lu Youdao's sermon, Yang Xiao, clutching his stifled chest, mocked, "If I'm not mistaken, you are a teacher for special equipment training, not for schemes and plots."
"But first, you need to survive to have the chance to attend my class," Lu Youdao said as he lifted the piece of velvet to cover the camera again, his hoarse voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "You can go now, and there's no need to come back again."