He heard a burst of calling, someone was calling his name, a woman's voice, as if it came from a very distant place, unable to identify the direction, the sound came from all directions.

Zhang Qizheng couldn't help but feel terrified. Although he was mentally prepared, the fear still struck like a tide when it really came to him.

Now that the clues were still unclear, his chances of success as the next person were very slim.

"Mr. Zhang, is it your turn this time?" Fatty's voice pulled Zhang Qizheng back to reality.

Zhang Qizheng forcibly calmed himself down, his face a little unsightly, "It's me, I heard the voice."

Now they had guessed the woman's identity, and the focus of the task became to determine the true location of the late mistress. To do this, he needed to lift the woman's veil.

The thought of lifting the veil face-to-face made Zhang Qizheng's brow furrow tightly. This was no longer in the category of risking his life; it was akin to courting death.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qin pretended to be concerned and said, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry. Just follow the plan we discussed earlier. Even if you really fail, you'll only fall into a temporary slumber. Don't worry, we're here. When the task is finally successful, everyone will wake up."

Frankly speaking, Lu Qin's words made some sense, but coming from someone like her, they had a hint of conspiracy. Zhang Qizheng didn't want to pay attention to her at all.

"Mr. Zhang, after you lift the veil, you'll likely discover the whereabouts of the true late mistress. If you can steal the embroidered ball in one go, that's naturally a good thing, but if you sense something is wrong, please try your best to leave us a clue."

Jiang Cheng's words were euphemistic, but the meaning was not difficult to understand. Everyone didn't have much hope that Zhang Qizheng could steal the embroidered ball in one go.

After determining the action plan, the group dispersed. This time, Jiang Cheng returned to Fatty Yao Shunyu's side.

"How is it? Did you find anything?" Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, and Yao Shunyu also waited for the clues Jiang Cheng brought back.

Jiang Cheng shook his head, his voice muffled: "I stayed with Lu Qin and Shao Tong the whole time, and I didn't notice any problems. Li Bai and the others' accident should have nothing to do with them."

Recalling the strange abilities of Lu Qin and Shao Tong, Fatty was worried: "Could it be that you've also been tricked? They modified your memory. What you saw and what actually happened are completely different..."

"No." Jiang Cheng interrupted Fatty decisively, "First of all, this kind of ability isn't as common as cabbage, to be used whenever they want. There must be great restrictions to this ability. They couldn't possibly squander it like this. Also, to prevent this from happening, I made some preparations. I set a timed reminder on my phone. It reminds me every short period of time and requires a specific password to stop it, and each password is different."

Jiang Cheng's explanation was easy to understand. People's memories can be modified, but machines cannot.

Time passed by, and Zhang Qizheng stood alone in an open space. For the chosen one, whether or not to hide didn't matter much. He needed to face his fears and complete his task.

After thinking through all the possible scenarios in his mind, Zhang Qizheng suddenly heard a slight rustling sound in his ears.

"Swish—"

"Swish—"

......

"It's coming!"

Zhang Qizheng's scalp tightened, and he immediately looked in the direction of the rustling sound. A familiar, strange figure squeezed out from behind the shadows.

Tiny steps moved on the large bluestone slabs, giving the feeling of a large marionette.

Zhang Qizheng took a deep breath. He found the right position and approached the wedding-dress woman from the front.

Under the moonlight, several gazes shot from different positions, staring intently at every move here.

But Zhang Qizheng couldn't care about that anymore. He walked steadily step by step in front of the woman. The two were almost face to face. There were no abnormalities during this process.

According to the agreement, he should lift the veil at this moment, but he still couldn't control his hesitation. The fact that the woman under the veil was a Shezai woman was just a guess. Similarly, the idea that lifting the veil could confirm the location of the late mistress was based on the premise that the former guess was true. As for the truth, he had no certainty at all.

For the sake of caution, he didn't touch the veil immediately. Instead, he turned his head and used his height advantage to glance at the basket behind the woman.

The basket had no lid, and the contents were clear at a glance. It was empty, without anything inside.

Zhang Qizheng withdrew his gaze and carefully observed the area behind the woman, but it was empty, without any cover. Only a dying tree leaned there alone.

"Mr. Zhang is quite cautious." Yao Shunyu hid behind a tree, his figure perfectly integrated with the surrounding darkness.

Fatty also watched there, sweating heavily for Zhang Qizheng as the woman appeared. "Mr. Zhang really has a way. Look, Mr. Zhang stopped walking when he reached the woman. Instead, he's retreating at the same speed as the woman. She takes a step forward, and he takes a step back."

In this way, if the late mistress was following behind the woman, she would never be able to catch Zhang Qizheng's flaw and achieve the condition of a backstab.

As the person involved, Zhang Qizheng knew the danger involved. Now he was only doing this as an expedient measure and was afraid that it wouldn't last long.

He couldn't hesitate any longer. Zhang Qizheng hardened his heart, silently recited "May the ancestors bless me" several times, and then reached out tremblingly towards the woman's veil.

At the moment when his fingertip touched the veil, a strange feeling attracted him, which made him certain that there was indeed a human head under the veil.

As the veil was lifted, a face was exposed, but seeing this face, Zhang Qizheng not only did not panic, but felt relieved in his heart.

Their guess was correct. The face under the veil was actually the Shezai woman's face.

However, the Shezai woman at this moment seemed to have been stripped of her soul. Her eyes were empty, and she only knew to move forward with stiff steps, like a wind-up toy.

Zhang Qizheng was 80% certain that the Shezai woman was already dead. The current her was nothing more than a pitiful and sad puppet.

As his gaze moved away, Zhang Qizheng suddenly froze, and then a lot of cold sweat broke out on his back. The Shezai woman's empty back had changed. Under the night, about 7 or 8 meters behind the Shezai woman, a bright red wedding dress fluttered in the wind, and the owner of the wedding dress was even more strange. Her head was covered with a veil, and she was tiptoeing, like a bride getting married. More importantly, the face covered by the veil was twice as long as an ordinary person, like... like a human body, but with a long face like a horse.

Zhang Qizheng couldn't imagine what it would be like for a person's face to be stretched twice as long, but he knew that he couldn't escape.