Chapter 1 The Trap

Under the eaves of a secluded house, Lin Qianqian gripped her phone with both hands, staring intently at the screen, her face a mix of strangeness and displeasure. That little bastard Jiang Cheng would never be so kind as to help her without an ulterior motive; she knew that in her bones.

But she had no choice but to go.

All the way, Lin Qianqian had been mentally preparing herself, but when she finally stood at the location, looking at the pit-filled ground and the excavated loose soil, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Her location was very obvious. The number 8 was clearly written on a piece of white paper, held down by a silver coin. A gust of night wind came, causing the edges of the paper to tremble incessantly.

Lin Qianqian slowly shifted her gaze, focusing on the number 8 position right next to her, the tool her Jiang Cheng-ge had left for her.

It was a tool shaped like a spade, its sharp head inserted diagonally into the ground, not very deep. The wooden handle pointed towards her, and she could pick it up and use it with ease just by taking two steps forward. It looked very handy.

But Lin Qianqian didn't dare to use it. She didn't even dare to touch it. She was certain there was a trick to it.

She turned around and walked towards the problematic hoe Jiang Cheng had mentioned. Similar to Yuan Shanyuan, Lin Qianqian quickly discovered the bloody smell at the sharp end of the hoe.

"Are you trying to lull me into a false sense of security by revealing a portion of the traps? This tactic is too clumsy."

Lin Qianqian knew very well that at this moment, she, Jiang Cheng, and Wang Fugui were essentially showing their hands, so the other party would never let her off.

She had no intention of touching the hoe, nor did she plan to use Jiang Cheng's spade. She walked around nearby and, unsurprisingly, found the tool shed.

The door of the tool shed was ajar. She searched carefully inside and finally chose a tool that suited her. Worried that someone had tampered with the tools, Lin Qianqian carefully examined each one, and only felt relieved after discovering no abnormalities.

Next, she would have to break ground and dig up the infant remains. Before coming, Luo Tianhe had briefly told her that the infant remains below should be sealed in a bottle, known as the Grievance Infant Bottle.

As long as she dug up the Grievance Infant Bottle and took it away, her task for today would be completed.

But just as she was about to start, Lin Qianqian hesitated again. She felt that this was going too smoothly. Given that little bastard Jiang Cheng's personality, he would never let her take away the Grievance Infant Bottle so easily.

He must have prepared a backup plan!

But… where could it be?

Lin Qianqian knew that Jiang Cheng would definitely not dare to dig up the soil in her position and tamper with it. Once the soil in that position was disturbed, it would be equivalent to affecting the feng shui of the place. Jiang Cheng was just a thief; he wasn't stupid.

Carrying the tool in her hand, Lin Qianqian felt it necessary to re-examine the surrounding environment. Her gaze swept inch by inch, wishing she could turn the ground over, until her eyes stopped on the threshold.

There was no other reason than the fact that the disassembled threshold was too conspicuous.

Lin Qianqian also understood the taboos related to thresholds. It had nothing to do with Luo Tianhe; she knew herself that thresholds should not be touched, otherwise raising Wu the Honorable's coffin tonight would cause trouble.

But the more she looked at the threshold, the stranger it seemed, as if it had been deliberately placed there. With this suspicion, she observed even more carefully. Soon, she discovered many shoe prints near the threshold.

She moved closer and found two of the most obvious ones. To her surprise, whether it was the complete footprint or the one with only the front half of the foot, the toes were all pointing towards the threshold.

More importantly, she recognized the pattern on the shoe print; it was Jiang Cheng's!

She had paid special attention to it before.

Judging from the traces left at the scene, Jiang Cheng had lingered around the threshold for a long time. Why? Was a threshold worth looking at for so long, or… was he trying to make something out of the threshold?!

Once this guess emerged, it quickly took root in Lin Qianqian's heart, making her increasingly uneasy. As her observation deepened, Lin Qianqian discovered another suspicious point. There were no dug-up pits near the threshold, but there was a lot of loose soil out of nowhere. It didn't seem like it had splashed out accidentally while digging, but rather like someone had deliberately covered it up.

No need to ask, it must have been that kid Jiang Cheng's doing!

But… why?

What exactly did he want to cover up?

One question after another stabbed into her head like needles. She became inexplicably frightened, as if she had already fallen into the carefully woven trap of Jiang Cheng.

"Could it be……!!"

Suddenly raising her head, Lin Qianqian stared fixedly at the threshold, a bold guess suddenly forming in her mind.

Without hesitation, Lin Qianqian wrapped her hand in her clothes, found a good leverage point, and lifted one end of the heavy threshold. The moment the threshold was lifted, Lin Qianqian gasped.

Under the threshold was a piece of paper, the number 8 clearly visible.

"It really is like that!"

After the initial panic, Lin Qianqian quickly calmed down, but the hatred for Jiang Cheng in her heart deepened. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel scared. Fortunately, she wasn't just anyone, otherwise, once she was misled by the fake position just now, she would have died without even knowing how. Who would have thought that Jiang Cheng would set up a false tomb for her?

"Jiang Cheng, you really went to a lot of trouble."

Lin Qianqian gritted her teeth, mentally cursing Jiang Cheng's entire family. Since she had already seen through the other party's deception, she no longer hesitated and quickly started digging with the tool.

But as she dug, she noticed something was strange. The feeling transmitted to her hand by the tool was not right. Although the soil here was not loose, it didn't feel as compact as soil that had been buried underground for a long time. It felt more like it had been deliberately compacted.

She wasn't sure; she just had this feeling.

Just as her doubts surfaced, the next second, she dug something up. A small section of yellow was exposed in the black loose soil. She squatted down and carefully cleaned it with her hand. It turned out to be a yellow talisman, but it was already broken, and there were some ghost drawings on it that she couldn't understand.

With the appearance of the talisman, her heart, which had been raised, finally fell. Although she couldn't understand the talisman, she could be sure that it was real!

That's right!

She had been overthinking it. This was the real number 8 position. Jiang Cheng's little trick didn't escape her, Lin Qianqian's, eyes. After dragging the Grievance Infant Bottle out of the pit, Lin Qianqian sat on the ground, panting heavily, suddenly feeling an urge to laugh up to the sky, but she restrained herself.

Squinting her eyes, Lin Qianqian really wanted to know what kind of wonderful expressions would be on the faces of Jiang Cheng and that Wang Fugui when they saw her carrying the Grievance Infant Bottle back.

Watching their carefully planned scheme be seen through, they must feel very frustrated, and also think they were very stupid.

Lin Qianqian's heart was pounding. She couldn't wait. She originally didn't need to go back for another round, but she thought it was necessary, very necessary!

At this moment, she was the victor. She wanted Jiang Cheng to witness this moment with his own eyes and crush his insignificant pride!