Chapter 117 Grouping

"Okay, so who goes to the Feng family's foreign-style building, and who goes to Liu the Cripple's place?" Linghu Yong asked quickly.

"We'll go to the Feng family's foreign-style building." Luo He said, his voice as calm as ever. He looked at Jiang Cheng, "You go to Feng the Cripple's place to investigate. After investigating..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng interrupted, "This time the grouping is different from before." He looked at Zhao Xingguo and Linghu Yong and said, "There are too few of you. The two teams together only have four people. If something unexpected happens, I'm afraid it will be dangerous."

"How about this, we six people split into two teams, and then each of your two teams choose a location." Jiang Cheng looked at them with a very sincere look, as if he was completely considering their safety. "Okay, it's settled then, you choose."

Luo He and Zhao Xingguo were not fools either. They could naturally see that Jiang Cheng was worried that they would keep the clues to themselves, so he sent people to watch both sides.

But forced by the situation, neither Luo He nor Zhao Xingguo said much. Only Fu Fu stared at Jiang Cheng with a strange look for a long time, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Jiang Cheng arranged everyone's next stage of action plan on his own, completely ignoring Fu Fu's gaze, as if he didn't see it at all.

Everyone agreed to get up at 2 a.m., without lights, and gather in the living room in the dark.

Jiang Cheng, Fatty, Lin Wan'er, Zhao Xingguo, and Linghu Yong formed a team to investigate Liu the Cripple's residence.

The remaining people formed a team to take charge of the Feng family's residence, or rather, that luxurious foreign-style building.

After reviewing the action plan for the early morning, everyone went back to their rooms to rest early.

As for whether they could fall asleep, it was up to the individual.

In any case, Zhao Xingguo and Linghu Yong couldn't sleep. The two sat on the sofa, looking at Pan Du, who was lying on the bed, his body as lifeless as a corpse, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in their hearts.

This kind of strange world was never a place to reason with. If you weren't careful, you wouldn't even know how you died.

"Boss." Linghu Yong turned his head and looked at Zhao Xingguo's profile. "Do you think Pan Du... can still be saved?"

Zhao Xingguo took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, "I don't know."

Hearing this, a touch of sadness appeared on Linghu Yong's face.

Soon, he felt a weight on his shoulder, as if a hand had been placed on it. He raised his head and met Zhao Xingguo's eyes.

"But we are the only ones who can save Pan Du." Zhao Xingguo squeezed Linghu Yong's shoulder and said, "You should also be able to feel that they... don't want Pan Du to wake up."

"They suspect that the awakened Pan Du is still himself, maybe... he will be a ghost." Linghu Yong understood this.

He wasn't surprised, because if something like this happened to someone else's team, he would have the same thought.

Perhaps because of his experiences, Zhao Xingguo had a very good memory. He still clearly remembered what that Dongyang woman named Yangzi had said not long ago.

When mentioning the shrine and that strange wishing straw doll, Yangzi said with a strange expression, "The gods are not so friendly. If your performance in the dream does not satisfy them, then they will leave you in the dream forever."

"Even more, they will put on your clothes, dress up exactly like you, and then appear as you to bewitch others."

Now that he thought about it carefully, the appearance of that Ru Hu not long ago was very similar to this statement.

After realizing this, Zhao Xingguo's face, when looking at the living dead Pan Du, had another layer of worry in addition to anxiety.

If he really woke up, would he really be Pan Du...

In another room, the atmosphere was also a little anxious, but this anxiety was completely Fatty's wishful thinking.

Lin Wan'er was lying on the bed, and Jiang Cheng was sitting on the side, closing his eyes to rest.

"Doctor." Fatty asked in confusion, "Why did you let them have the Feng family's foreign-style building? Why are we going to investigate Feng the Cripple?"

In Fatty's opinion, since they had already determined that Feng the Cripple was strange, then they should shift the risk to Luo He and his group.

Moreover, the spiritual events that occurred in the Feng family's mansion were targeted at the Feng family members, so the foreign-style building was the top priority.

Maybe they could also find the relationship between the Feng family and the May Train incident from the foreign-style building.

"It's not a matter of letting or not letting, anyway, we have people on both sides." Jiang Cheng said casually, "If we really find any clues in the Feng family mansion, we will know too."

That was the logic, but not seeing it with his own eyes made him feel uneasy.

Moreover, the doctor was paying a little too much attention to this Liu the Cripple. Fatty guessed if the doctor had discovered something.

But no matter how he inquired, the doctor wouldn't say.

The few hours felt as long as half a century.

The Feng mansion after nightfall was as silent as death. Only the occasional sound of the wind made people feel that they were still alive.

At the agreed time, the doors of the four rooms opened almost at the same time, and figures groped out in the dark.

They gently pushed the door open a crack, and could barely see the outside environment with the little bit of light.

"Time is of the essence, hurry up and act." Zhao Xingguo's voice revealed a hint of determination.

The two teams separated at the door and slowly groped forward towards their predetermined targets.

Relatively speaking, Luo He's group had a smoother journey, because the location of the foreign-style building where the Feng family lived was very conspicuous.

More importantly, the foreign-style building was still lit at night, as if guiding them.

Squatting behind a tree, Huai Yi looked at the foreign-style building not far away and couldn't help but swallow. "It's not that I'm saying anything, but I feel something's wrong. Can you guys feel it?"

He didn't even need to say it, anyone could feel it.

Several lamps were lit at the entrance of the Feng family's foreign-style building, barely illuminating the area in front of the door, but what was strange was that the inside of the foreign-style building was pitch black.

Although this could be explained as the remaining Feng family members had gone to sleep because it was late, the huge foreign-style building didn't have a single lamp left on. From a distance, it looked like a huge coffin standing upright.

The longer you looked at it, the more inexplicably strange it became.

"Stop waiting, it will be dawn if we wait any longer." Pi Ruan said.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Jiang specifically instructed me before he left, saying that you have the most experience here. Please make the decisions if you encounter anything." Chen Qiang looked at Luo He and said in a low voice.

Luo He retracted his gaze and looked at Chen Qiang with interest. "If Mr. Jiang were here, what would he do?"

"Are you guys done yet? Or do you want to be polite for a while longer? Can I go in and take a look first?" Fu Fu looked eager to try.

She was carrying a huge black bag, which felt like it was made of some kind of animal skin, and it was stuffed full.

"Stay close to me, don't scatter, and no matter what happens, watch your mouths." Luo He said in a low voice, "I have a feeling that if we disturb the people inside, something terrible will happen."