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  "Gururu."

  Jiang g's stomach made an embarrassing sound, awakening the huhat Xiaomeng had been trying to suppress. Apart from having some pe in the m, they haden anything the entire day.

  It seemed like the vilge chief and the others had pletely fotten about them, after all, they were just tools to shield them from danger, not some experts.

  Wasting food on them wasn't worth it.

  Just as Xiaomeng was about to rest and wait for the night to take a, she saw Jiang g walk to his sleeping spot, fumble around uhe b for a while, and then pull out twe sweet potatoes.

  Xiaomeng was so surprised that her eyes widened.

  "Fortunately, I hid two st time," Jiang g said, holding one of the sweet potatoes, looking quite satisfied.

  Carefully pg the sweet potatoes by the stove, Jiang g added a few more broken pieces of charcoal and then sat he stove, basking in the warm fire. The warmth from the fire enveloped him, making him feel fortable.

  Xiaomeng swallowed and then walked over to sit o him.

  The two didn't worry about a surprise attack from the vilgers.

  It was nighttime now, and they would be the ones caught off guard. Plus, don't fet, this was the Qian family courtyard, where the ghost had already killed who knows hoeople.

  The fire iove was strong, and soon the sweet potatoes were roasted to perfe—crispy oside and tender on the inside.

  Xiaomeng didn’t need Jiang g to prompt her. She ed her hand in a cloth and picked up the better-looking sweet potato, leaving Jiang g oep too slow.

  Clearly, both of them were starving. Xiaomeng mao be a bit more refined, eating the sweet potato flesh ly from the skin, while Jiang g ate the skin along with the flesh.

  Once he'd finished his sweet potato, he eyed the half-eaten one in Xiaomeng's hands.

  Realizing this, Xiaomeng stuffed the rest of the sweet potato into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks as she chewed, and looked at Jiang g in a victorious manner, as if to say, "You fet about it."

  Luckily, the vilge chief had left them half a jar of water, or they’d be parched by now.

  "When are we heading out?"

  Full and satisfied, leaning against the wall, Xiaomeng no longer found Jiang g's face as irritating.

  "Let’s wait a little longer, until the vilgers are all asleep," Jiang g said as he poked the charcoal ihe stove with a stick, loosening it up so it could burn more effitly.

  In this era, there were no phones, no i, and night life was nothing like what modern people could imagine. After tossing and turning in bed long enough, the only option was to obediently go to sleep.

  The bck sky overhead felt like a heavy, upside-down iron pot, and after staring at it for too long, it became suffog.

  The vilge uhe night was eerily silent.

  They’d been in the vilge for so long, yet had never heard a rooster crow or a dog bark.

  In this old mountain vilge, known as Xiao Shijian Vilge, it seemed like there were only people who lived in stant fear, barely hanging on.

  Whehought the time was right, Jiang g woke Xiaomeng, who retending to sleep—or maybe had actually fallen asleep. After cheg their belongings, they quietly pushed open the door.

  Leaving the Qian family courtyard, they followed the path they took earlier iernoon, quietly arriving at the outside of Hong Hong’s house.

  They walked cautiously, not disturbing anyone or making a sound.

  Xiaomeng, who seemed to have experien trag and ter-trag, nodded seriously at Jiang g when they reached the gate, signaling that no one was following them.

  The gate was made of woh iure, so it made a squeaking sound when opened or closed. So, they decided to scale the wall instead.

  It wasn’t much of a wall, really—just a low fence.

  With a quick run-up, Xiaomeng gripped the fend jumped over, moving swiftly in mid-air, nding almost silently.

  When she looked back at Jiang g, she saw that he had found a se of the fehat was broken and, with his faearly toug the ground, was wriggling through it.

  But wheiced that Xiaomeng was looking at him, he immediately stood up, dusted himself off, and straightened his back, as if he had also jumped over.

  They tiptoed to the door of the room. There was another wooden door, and a faint light was visible through the crack.

  The two of them leaned closer to the gap, peering inside.

  The room was small and simple, with a low wooden table pear the bed. Oable, there was an oil mp, and a woman, looking to be in her 30s, was sitting cross-legged on the bed, sewing some clothes by the dim light.

  There was a rge bamboo woven basket on the bed, taining a pair of bck iron scissors, needles, thread, and some fabric scraps.

  Perhaps because it was cold, the woman was half-covered by a b.

  In the middle of the room, there was a stove for heating, but the area around it was , suggesting it hadn’t been used in a while.

  Everything in this room indicated the family's poverty.

  The woman robably Hong Hong’s mother.

  They hadn’t seen Hong Hong or her grandmother yet, but si was so te, they should be asleep. Moreover, there was more than one room in the yard, and they could be in the room.

  Xiaomeed her hand on the door, her eyes slightly shifting as she prepared to charge in.

  Suddenly, she felt a finger poke her.

  Turning around, she found Jiang g’s mischievous face.

  He poio the room, then to himself, and silently mouthed, "Let me go in first."

  "Why?" Xiaomeng signaled with her eyes.

  Jiang g licked his lips, blushed slightly, and leaned over, whispering with excitement, "It’s my first time breaking into a widow’s house at night. It feels kind of thrilling."

  Xiaomeng: "…"

  In the dim light, Xiaomeng could clearly see the excitement on Jiang g's face.

  The moment, with a swift motion, Jiang g pushed open the door and, before the woman could react, rushed forward and grabbed her throat.

  The momentum of the attack even carried the womaire body backward, crashing into the et behind her.

  Thanks to the b cushioning her fall, the sound was muffled, almost like a diary hitting the floor.

  As Xiaomeered, she quickly closed the door behind her.

  Jiang g didn’t loosen his grip. He looked down coldly at the woman’s face, which was turning blue from ck of air, showing no expression.

  The woman was terrified, her body trembling untrolbly. She had lost all strength to resist or think, only able to stare at Jiang g with wide, horrified eyes.

  "I’m going to ask you a few questions," Jiang g’s voice was ft and cold. "If it’s the truth, nod. If not, shake your head. Any unnecessary movements or attempts to scream, and I’ll stab you to death, then kill your daughter Hong Hong," he raised his , his face fshing in the flickering fme, "Uand?"

  The aused for a moment, then frantically nodded.

  (End of the Chapter)

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