After seeing the message, Jiang Cheng stood up and took Fatty back into the building, briefly walking through each floor. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, they didn't touch any of the closed doors.

Soon, Fatty's phone vibrated again. "I see you. I'm in the study on the 3rd floor. He's got his eye on me. Your room is the fourth from the end on the left side of the 3rd floor. I checked it out, it's a good spot."

Jiang Cheng took Fatty's phone and replied, "Got it. After you get back to your room, don't contact us, to avoid arousing suspicion. Figure out an escape route. I know what to do after that."

"Happy to cooperate." Another message flashed on the screen.

Although his head was filled with a million questions, Fatty, trusting in the doctor, didn't voice them. He had a faint premonition that something big was about to happen, and someone was going to be very unlucky.

Back in the bedroom, everyone else was gradually returning as well. Judging from their expressions, they had all found a place to hide for the night. Jiang Cheng acknowledged these people's abilities; he hadn't noticed any of them during his inspection.

Of course, that was also because he hadn't searched thoroughly, and because these people were also wary of each other.

Zhang Shiwei was the last to return, with a small leaf still clinging to his shoulder, suggesting that he had most likely chosen to hide in the courtyard outside. "Sorry, I'm late," he said.

Luo Tianhe glanced at him and said with a faint smile, "It's nothing."

Luo Tianhe was the type who rarely smiled. Fatty vaguely remembered him saying that he was a Feng Shui master. His smile at this moment made Fatty feel very uneasy.

What followed was a long wait. About an hour later, Song Keli, who had been lying on the bed like a dead man, reacted. "It's coming, it's coming... I hear it, I hear it!"

"Silence, don't get found, don't get found..." Song Keli muttered nervously as he sat up.

Lin Qianqian looked at her phone and nodded seriously. "11:07, the time is almost here."

Song Keli got out of bed, his movements appearing very stiff, yet strangely, he made almost no sound. First, he wriggled like a worm under the bed, then, as if feeling unsafe, he crawled out from under the bed and into the corner, the place where Lin Qianqian had hidden last night, and hid himself there.

Almost immediately, the faint sound of something heavy falling could be heard in the distance.

It didn't sound like it was coming from the courtyard outside. The distant and ethereal feeling was as if it came from another world.

Shortly after, the lights in the building went out.

Without hesitation, everyone quickly left the bedroom.

Although they were fast, they kept their footsteps well controlled. Unlike last time, this time, no one was left in the bedroom, except for Song Keli, who didn't count as a person.

Jiang Cheng and Fatty were the last to leave, since their destination was the 3rd floor, so they didn't need to go far. Following the message that Yao Shunyu had sent earlier, they didn't go directly to the fourth room from the end that he had arranged, but went straight to the study.

According to the agreement, Yao Shunyu should be there.

Apparently hearing their footsteps, the study door slowly opened a crack, revealing half of Yao Shunyu's face. The latter chuckled softly, "No need to be so cautious, we have an agreement, don't we?"

"I just wanted to remind you to be careful," Jiang Cheng said, his expression unchanged.

"Thanks," Yao Shunyu said, closing the door.

Then Jiang Cheng quickly led Fatty to the fourth room from the end on the left side, pushed open the door. It was very dark inside, but it was clear that the space was quite large, a good place to hide.

But Jiang Cheng quickly closed the door, then, pulling Fatty, he went to the right side and chose the 3rd room from the end on the right, and hid inside.

At this time, the sound of hooves was already quite clear. Judging from the distance, the ghost steed had already arrived in the courtyard. The heavy sound of the hooves pounding on the ground was very muffled, and the pressure it brought was unsettling.

"Doctor, is that kid Yao Shunyu playing tricks?" Fatty whispered into Jiang Cheng's ear, his voice small but excited. "Did he do something in that room just now?"

"Don't know, but we have to be careful," Jiang Cheng said succinctly.

From the moment the hooves landed on the building, Jiang Cheng and Fatty didn't dare to speak. They just listened, judging the distance of the ghost steed, and at the same time, there was a "clatter" of iron chains.

Imagining the strange scene described by the man from Fengtou Village, Fatty clenched his fists, his hands sweating nervously.

He and the doctor were currently hiding behind a large bookcase, or rather, two bookcases joined together. Their backs were pressed tightly against the wall. This position was in a place that wouldn't be noticed at first glance. The fact that the doctor was able to lock onto this place as soon as they came in meant that he had definitely scouted it out beforehand.

Thinking of this, Fatty felt much more at ease.

He couldn't understand why the doctor would choose to cooperate with Yao Shunyu. This delinquent student seemed unreliable, but the doctor must have his reasons. Since he couldn't help, he shouldn't cause trouble.

While he was thinking, the sound of hooves grew closer and closer, mixed with some indescribable, strange noises that made his heart palpitate.

Finally, the sound of hooves stopped in front of their door.

"Creak—"

The door slowly opened.

Through the gap between the bookcases, Fatty couldn't help but widen his eyes. This time, with the faint moonlight, he saw it!

It really was a horse.

A huge, pure black horse, but even larger than a camel in size. A layer of visible chill permeated the air around the ghost steed.

The horse's head lowered slightly, close to the door, its ears perked up high. Recalling what Song Keli had said, it seemed he was right. This ghost steed relied more on hearing to catch people.

Fatty held his breath, not daring to make a sound.

After a few seconds, as if it hadn't found their presence, the ghost steed moved its hooves and walked forward. Even though he had been mentally prepared, the scene that followed still made Fatty's heart race.

A headless corpse covered in blood was grabbing the horse's tail, being dragged forward step by step. There was more than one headless corpse. Each one stretched out its hands and placed them on the shoulders of the one in front, pulling each other along. As the ghost steed moved slowly forward, their feet never left the ground, dragging limply, the shackles on their ankles making a "clattering" sound from time to time.

That sound was like a blunt knife, repeatedly cutting at Fatty's fragile nerves. It was at this moment that he truly understood the despair that the man who had witnessed all of this on that stormy night must have felt.

There were a total of 7 headless corpses, obviously the ill-fated Master Ke and his friends. Behind the headless corpses were several unfamiliar people, dressed similarly to the servants they had seen in the Su mansion.

As the last person in the procession appeared, Fatty suddenly widened his eyes.