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  Even though he wasn’t very smart, Ben Fu could tell that something was wrong with Zh and Yin Zhiping in front of him. Even if they weren’t ghosts in disguise, they were certainly corpses trolled by a ghost. It ossible that Zh and Yin Zhiping had died as soon as they ehe building.

  But just as he turned around and had only run a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

  A shadopeared oaircase, where there had been nothing just moments ago.

  His pupils shrank, and it felt as though his heart had been grabbed by something. Then, a strahought fshed in his mind: could the two people who had just poi him have been referring to this shadow?

  Before he could think further, the clouds parted, and the bright moonlight streamed through the broken window. Ben Fu finally saw that the shadow wasn’t what he had thought—it erson squatting on the ground.

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  "Did you see who it was?" Zh's voice came, low and menag.

  Jiang g, Xiaomeng, and Jiang Zhongyi huddled behind the door. They hadn’t ope but only cracked it slightly, peering through the gap.

  Jiang Zhongyi’s throat moved nervously as he said uainly, “I think... I think it was Ben Fu.”

  He had been the one on watch earlier. pared to Jiang g, the previous wat, Ben Fu had been quite diligent, cheg every few minutes and cautiously peeking outside. About ten minutes ago, when he checked again, he had noticed a suspicious figure sneaking around. However, because of the angle, he hadn’t been able to get a good look before the shadow disappeared from his view.

  In his flustered state, he could only vaguely remember the figure’s bad assumed it was Ben Fu.

  “What should we do?” Jiang Zhongyi habitually turo Zh, asking, "Should we inform the others?"

  Zh lowered his head, thinking, and didn’t respond immediately.

  For Zh, he was more ed with why Ben Fu had dared to leave the room alone, especially at night. The vilge chief had specifically warned not to go outside at night.

  Ben Fu might have been a bit slow, but he was definitely not a fool, so something was definitely wrong here.

  “Mr. Yin,” Zh suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang g, "Do you have any thoughts?"

  Ever since earlier, Jiang g’s face had been very unnatural, full of fusiret, and a hint of remorse. None of this had escaped Zh’s attention, and he quickly guessed that Jiang g might have discovered something.

  Jiang g stroked his for a while, and thefully said, "What a shame about that sweet potato."

  Zh: “???”

  Jiang Zhongyi: “???”

  Xiaomeng: “I told you, he’s got a screw loose.”

  Zh, now calmer, tried to interpret Jiang g's words from anle. "Mr. Yin," he swallowed, quickly looking at Jiang g and said, "Do you mean that Ben Fu...?"

  “If that was really Ben Fu,” Xiaomeng interrupted impatiently, "theher he found some clue, or he was lured by something." She g Zh with a cold look, “But the result is the same.”

  Jiang Zhongyi’s face turned pale. Everyone knew what “something” referred to in Xiaomeng’s words.

  “Of course, there’s a sed possibility,” Xiaomeng tinued coldly. “That Ben Fu was a ghost in disguise, trying to lure us outside.”

  Jiang Zhongyi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking that the ghost must have beeimating its ces. Who would go outside ich bight?

  "Creek—"

  The creaking of the old door hinges sounded like a pair of scissors, cutting through Jiang Zhongyi’s soul. He stared wide-eyed as Jiang g opehe door and walked outside.

  Then came Xiaomeng and Zh.

  He quickly gnced outside and saw the door to another room open. Pei Qian, Yu Man, and Li Lu were standing behind the door, their faces grim.

  Especially Li Lu, who was trembling even from a distance.

  After a few seds of shock, Jiang Zhongyi rushed after them.

  He thought it would have beeer to be killed tha alone in the room.

  Now things were clear: the one who left really was Ben Fu, not a ghost in disguise.

  "I... I sleep very lightly," Li Lu said, trembling, her body still shaking from the cold, though the heat from the furnace couldn’t dispel the chill in her heart. “I heard wind outside, so I got up to see what was going on, but the door en, and Ben Fu... he was gone!”

  After hearing what Jiang Zhongyi had said, Pei Qian’s face darkened. After a while, he said, "Ben Fu must have been tricked by a ghost, and it’s probably bad news for him."

  Apart from that, no one could think of any reason why he would leave alohe task had just begun, and with just him alo was impossible to find any crucial clue and plete the task.

  But it was too te to say anything now.

  Luckily, none of the people here were newers. Although some of them were showing signs of emotional distress, ultimately, it was just the typical case of a rabbit m for the fox.

  People dying in nightmares was on. What they o do was figure out the taboo of the task and avoid being the victim.

  The advantage of having experienced pyers was that no one would ask stupid questions like whether they should go looking for someone. Instead, they all silently gathered in one room to rest.

  They closed the dhtly, stoked the furnace fire, and increased the number of people on watch to two.

  Every hour and a half, they would switch shifts to ensure everyone had enough rest.

  So they waited until m.

  When footsteps finally sounded outside, Zh opehe door.

  It was the vilge chief and the dark, strong man again, the man carrying a long bamboo pole with baskets hanging from both ends, covered by thick cloth. A faint fragrance wafted from beh.

  "Sorry, sorry," the vilge chief immediately apologized as soon as he entered, "You all must be hungry, e, e, eat something!"

  He lifted the cloth, revealing a whole basket of steamed buns.

  But they weren’t the usual white buns; they were a pale yellow color, and if you looked closely, there were rough bulges on top.

  In this era, white flour was a luxury, and even these crains were probably collected by the vilge chief from house to house.

  After thanking him, everyoook a bun and begaing. Another basket tained a bck jar, and inside was something that resembled a gourd cut in half, floating in it, meant for drinking water.

  If anyo choked by the buns, they could drink some water.

  Everyoe and drank in silenot speaking a word.

  The vilge chief's gaze occasionally sed the group, his mouth opening several times, but he quickly closed it and made some polite remarks to cover it up.

  Xiaomeng stood by the window, nibbling on a bun, occasionally gng at the vilge chief. She had noticed earlier that the vilge chief was iionally or uionally cheg their numbers.

  He would stretch his neow and then, peeking into the room.

  He had already realized that someone was missing but seemed to ig, pretending nothing was wrong. Xiaomeng’s gaze gradually grew more subtle.

  (End of the Chapter)

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