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  Jiang g turned his head, making eye tact with the old man for a moment before deliberately looking away. “Grab the camera,” he said to another man, “let’s go.”

  Just as everyone was about to step out of the courtyard...

  “Wait.”

  Hearing this, everyone paused and turned around.

  The old man, leaning on his e, struggled over, holding a bck bag in his hands.

  “Since your camera is broken, you take this as a substitute.” Before the man from Room 406 could react, the old man stuffed the bck bag into his arms.

  fused by the old man's iions, the man instinctively tried to push the bag away.

  But the old man didn’t give him a ce; he turned and hobbled bato the courtyard, shutting the door with a creak.

  Ihe bag was a bck camera.

  The model was quite old, with some ers seriously worn, revealing the metallic color underh.

  But at least it was still funal.

  The fatty looked at the mysterious camera with some resistance, muttering, “What’s this? A random reward fering a side quest?”

  Jiang g stared at the closed courtyard door and shook his head. “This doesn’t seem like a side quest.”

  After all, when they were first introduced to the mission, it was mentiohat the equipment they needed had already been delivered to the equipment room.

  So they were definitely going to e here.

  The camera’s previous damage was also pnned.

  In other words, everything that had happened sihey ehe courtyard was rehearsed.

  Like the guiding woman, the old man was also an NPC.

  His purpose was to deliver the camera to the pyers.

  This was a legitimate mai.

  After hearing Jiang g’s analysis, the man holding the camera became very fearful.

  His body trembled as if he was about to drop the camera.

  It was as if a malevolent spirit was hidden ihe camera.

  No oepped forward to fort him.

  At that moment, Jiang g approached. He took the camera, ied it carefully, and then put it ba the bck bag.

  Then he slung the bag around the man’s ned patted his shoulder, reassuring him, “Don’t be scared. Try to think positively; I don’t think you’ll be in danger.”

  “Okay, now we have the camera. What’s ?” the fatty asked.

  The woman with the ponytail thought for a moment and said, “Let’s find a few people on campus and take some photos to see if the camera has any issues.”

  This was undoubtedly a smart move, as no one knew if taking a photo would trigger the ghost’s killing ditions, so testing it on students was the best option.

  Just as they walked out of the equipmeer, several female students approached from the side, dressed quite fashionably.

  The man took out the camera and k down on one ko take a picture of them.

  “This doesn’t seem right,” a weak voice came from behind, sounding pitiful.

  Everyouro look.

  It was the girl in pajamas.

  She slightly tucked her in, standing with her toes together, as if she knew her suggestion might not be weled, but still mustered the ce to tinue, “After all, they are i; we are the outsiders ing to this world.”

  Her voice lowered with the st part, requiring careful listening to catch it.

  Just as the fatty was inwardly cursing this “white lotus” for her good ag, a middle-aged man in a vest jumped out from the edge of the crowd. The fatty vaguely remembered him being called Zhou Taifu.

  He pointed aggressively at the pajama girl, yelling, his gestures animated like a mohat lost its banana.

  Repeating himself, he essentially said, if you want to die, then die, but don’t drag others down with you.

  It was clear that the man taking the photos was also quite annoyed after being interrupted.

  But his attention was mostly on the woman with the ponytail.

  It seemed she was the one who could ultimately give orders.

  However, the ponytailed woman wasn’t in a hurry to speak. Her gaze gradually shifted to the pajama girl, and a glimmer of scrutiny fshed in her eyes.

  “Gentlemen,” the man in a suit spoke up, still looking elegant, “now is not the time for disputes.”

  He emerged from a small path in the woods, followed closely by a darkly cd man wearing a cap.

  Jiang g looked towards the dire the suited man came from.

  The trees on this side were quite dense, and the small path was well hidden among them.

  “We agreed to meet here at noon,” the fatty started, “where have you been?”

  The man in the cap sneered, about to retort, but was interrupted by the suited man.

  He turned his head and replied with a smile, “Thank you, Brother fatty, for your . We entered some issues but just resolved them and came over. It didn’t dey our inal pn, did it?”

  “Not really.” Jiang g replied, “It’s just that you didn’t show up on time, ahought—” he paused, looking somewhat embarrassed, “you uand, this is the Dream Realm; anything happen. As soon as you were te, we thought you were done for.”

  The smile on the suited man’s face faltered.

  “Don’t push your luck!”

  The man in the cap, clearly in a bad mood for some reason, was ready to blow up at Jiang g’s words.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” Jiang g quickly waved his hands, retreating behind the ponytailed woman with a terrified expression, stretg his ned calling out, “I didn’t mean to insult you; I just suspect you’re not human!”

  “I’ll be damned—”

  At this moment, the ponytailed woman, seeing that the situation was getting out of trol, felt she had to step in.

  To everyone’s surprise, she chose to stand on Jiang g’s side.

  She faced the suited man and the approag cap-wearing man, saying, “I believe his suspi is valid; you o prove you’re not ghosts, but human.”

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