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  "You don't o worry about me," the Fatty quickly waved his hand. "My heart is bigger than you think."

  "I see." Ran squinted his eyes, staring at the Fatty, who immediately avoided his gaze. The pressure in Ran's eyes was han Jiang g's.

  As for Jiang g's reason for doing this, the Fatty more or less uood. He was worried that Ran might suddenly attack from behind while he was the clue, so he decided to keep an eye on Ran as well.

  Su Xiaoxiao was a bit inaccurate.

  There wasn’t just one painting oone pilr; there were many, depig different ses that were interected. The Fatty stared at them, mesmerized.

  The artist's strokes were rather rough, but it was clear that they had some skill. The position of each painting was clear, making it easy to uand.

  Overall, the Fatty felt that the artist must have been in a state of extreme fear ency when pleting these paintings.

  There were nine paintings in total, arranged in a grid. The first eight paintings were clear, but the ninth painting—he blinked—seemed to be only half-done.

  It was a broken picture.

  The missing part was the upper-left area of the painting, about two-thirds of it. The bottht er—he swallowed, walked around Ran, and took a closer look—depicted a person.

  A strangely dressed person.

  Curled up, hiding in a very small er.

  And it seemed to be a woman.

  At that moment, the Fatty shuddered involuntarily. He immediately thought of the crazy old woman hiding in the lighthouse.

  But when he focused again and looked at the st painting, that strange, familiar feeling disappeared.

  The figure in the painting, representing a person, was drawn in just a few strokes—nothing like the simple drawings of a kindergarten child. It was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman, or what kind of as they were perf.

  But in that brief moment, he could be certain—the figure in the painting was that old woman.

  How could that be?!

  The Fatty gasped heavily. His rge body trembled as he tried to stop himself from gulping in fright, but he couldn't.

  He wasn’t sure when this painting was left, but judging by the extent of the weathering, it must have bee hundreds of years ago. That old woman... How could she have been there back then?

  Was she still a human?

  Just as the Fatty snapped back to his senses and wao warn Jiang g about the old woman, he hesitated, since Ran was right there. He couldn’t speak openly. Right now, Jiang g and Ran were walking side by side like joiwins.

  "Brother Hao, have you found anything?" Ran squinted and asked.

  Jiang g stood up, paused for a moment, and said, "It’s not clear yet. I think we should go upstairs and take a look."

  Whety heard Jiang g's pn to go upstairs, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He could almost predict that Su Xiaoxiao's mission had failed. It was likely that Su An had already perished.

  No, she, like the motorcycle woman and Liang Long, had mysteriously disappeared.

  All of this was reted to the old woman.

  Once his thoughts opened up, everything seemed to make sense. Previously, he couldn’t uand why, after the shipwreck, only the old woman survived. Acc to what the doctor had said about nightmares, everyone’s ces of survival should have been roughly the same at the start of the nightmare mission.

  How could there be a sed-time pyer?

  This tradicted the nightmare meism they had specuted.

  Now, there were answers.

  The old woman wasn’t a pyer at all. In fact, she was a very special NPC—special enough to indiscriminately attack all pyers.

  Thinking back to the night before, when the old woman stared into his eyes and licked her lips with her crimson tohe Fatty shuddered again. His legs felt like they were going to give way.

  "Ah!"

  In the sed, startled, the Fatty jumped up half a meter into the air.

  When he looked back, Jiang g had his left arm draped over Ran’s ned his right hand still stretched out, maintaining the same posture as when he poked the Fatty earlier.

  "You—"

  "Let’s go," Jiang g said casually to the Fatty. "We’ll go up and take a look. You just follow behind us."

  "Okay, okay."

  Following behind Jiang g and Ran, the Fatty became more aware of the tensioweewo. Jiang g’s arm around Ran’s neck was firm, his muscles bulging as if ready to snap Ran’s neck at any moment.

  Ran seemed simir, his hand on Jiang g’s waist, though the veins on his harayed a hidden power that could be just as strong as the blow he dealt to Su Xiaoxiao.

  Taking a deep breath, the Fatty steeled himself. He realized that it was only a matter of time before they cshed. The oute could be decided in an instant.

  After all, if Jiang g lost, and as long as Ran still had breath left, the Fatty would be no match for him.

  The stairs were dark, and the torches were o be found. They all stayed as close to the wall as possible. The Fatty carefully followed behind, mentally calg the possibility of teaming up with Jiang g to dispose of Ran, the tig time bomb.

  After some more fake pleasantries, Jiang g and Ran tinued forward slowly, steadily, her of them speaking. The atmosphere grew heavy.

  As they he lighthouse, the Fatty’s previously blurry sense of the truth began to clear up.

  On the way back from Bck Stoown the night before, Jiang g had shared some of the problems he had discovered.

  But at the time, the Fatty didn’t have much of a clue, so he just listened out of curiosity. Only now did he realize how terrifying Jiang g truly was.

  The things Jiang g had said left a deep impression on him.

  Acc to Jiang g, after they had been io sit down at Bck Stoown, there were still four empty seats, besides the one occupied by the blonde man who was the town mayor.

  This meant that, in Bck Stoown, "people" were expected to have seven "guests."

  Where did they only prepare seven portions? Was it just a ce?

  After all, the old woman and the motorcycle woman stayed ihe lighthouse. The number of people who had appeared before the townspeople was at most six.

  The sed time, only Jiang g, the Fatty, Ran, and Liang Long were present.

  Ultimately, only the three of them showed up.

  But what if the townspeople knew all seven of their hrough some form of record or an unknowhod?

  Delving deeper, what if the townspeople knew one of them wasn’t human, which is why they didn’t prepare food for her?

  Thinking back to the old woman’s greedy stare, the Fatty’s pupils shrank, and a chilling guess began to form in his mind.

  (End of the Chapter)

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