“Did someone call your name?” Fatty couldn't help but widen his eyes. Although he knew some of the doctor’s methods were a bit… unorthodox, he didn't think the doctor would have acquaintances on the other side.

After a moment of calm, Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng and asked very carefully, “Can you hear… can you tell whose voice it is?”

Jiang Cheng stared blankly at the paper bridge, lost in thought. After a long time, he slowly shook his head. “I can’t tell. The voice is very distant, and very empty, an indescribable kind of emptiness. I can’t even tell if it’s a man or a woman.”

Since he didn't get an answer from Jiang Cheng, Fatty naturally looked to the others. Li Bai immediately lowered her voice and explained, “We didn't hear the shout he mentioned. Only he heard it. We only heard some static.”

Only Fatty knew that Jiang Cheng had a special constitution. He didn't belong to this world, so perhaps he really sensed something. But under the circumstances, he couldn't directly ask.

Li Bai carefully treated Fatty’s wound, applied fresh medicinal powder, and after all the commotion, everyone was tired. So, they decided on a watch schedule and gradually fell asleep.

Fortunately, the second half of the night was uneventful. When Fatty groggily opened his eyes after a full night’s sleep, it was already dawn. Jiang Cheng and the others were sitting around the table, talking in low voices.

“You guys woke up early.”

As the effects of the medicine gradually wore off, Fatty’s foot began to ache, but it was still within a tolerable range. He didn't want to slow everyone down because of himself.

Seeing that Fatty’s emotions had stabilized, Jiang Cheng beckoned him over. Only then did Fatty notice several food boxes placed on the ground. Inside were various pastries that looked very delicate.

“Have some. The Hou’s (Marquis') servants brought them this morning. We’ve already eaten.” Yao Shunyu took out a plate and handed it to Fatty, giving up his seat.

Fatty was starving, so he didn't stand on ceremony. He ate while asking indistinctly, “Did the Hou’s servants say anything when they came?”

Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, staring at the door, as if he could see the scene outside through the door. “No. The strangest thing is that the person who came didn’t even bother to count our numbers. I tried to inquire about the whereabouts of Lu Qin and Shao Tong, but he didn’t seem interested at all.”

Fatty became nervous upon hearing this, and didn't even bother to swallow the food in his mouth. “Could those two be colluding with the Zhennan Hou (Marquis Who Pacifies the South)?”

Zhu Jie nodded with a troubled expression. “We're also analyzing that possibility. If that's the case, then they must have put up enough capital, which is very disadvantageous for us.”

For the Zhennan Hou, the most important thing right now was to eliminate the vengeful spirits of General Guo and the others, and to find that Pleasure Tower. The lives of people like them were not important at all.

In other words, if Lu Qin and Shao Tong could accomplish those tasks, then they could completely use the Zhennan Hou's hand to kill the rest of them.

They couldn't wait any longer. The most urgent task was to determine what exactly Lu Qin and Shao Tong were plotting. After Li Bai helped Fatty change his medicine again and re-bandaged his wound, the group left the room and walked outside.

But unexpectedly, as soon as they walked out of the main gate of the Yin residence, they saw General Yuwen standing outside the gate. Zhang Qi walked forward and cupped his fist in greeting. “General Yuwen, you’ve come at the right time. We have important matters to report to the Hou. Please trouble yourself to inform him.”

Unexpectedly, General Yuwen politely refused. “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Masters. The Hou has not been feeling well recently. After being diagnosed by the physicians in the residence, he needs to rest.”

“The Hou cannot see you Masters these days. However, the Hou has something for me to tell you. The Hou hopes you will speed up the progress. For the sake of all the people in the city, help our Luo’an City get through this calamity.”

These were beautiful words, and everyone could only echo them. After a while, Jiang Cheng tentatively opened his mouth, “General Yuwen, according to the Hou, the strange events in the city all originate from the Chun Shen Lake (Spring God Lake). In order to solve the problem from the source, we would like to go to the Chun Shen Lake to take a look. Is that convenient?”

General Yuwen seemed very satisfied with everyone’s performance, and nodded, saying, “Of course. The Hou specifically instructed that the Chun Shen Lake is a must for you Masters.”

The Chun Shen Lake was the source of all this. Everyone didn't expect General Yuwen to agree so readily. Another important point was that they were already frightened by this Yin residence. The backyard of the Yin residence was filled with hundreds of empty tombs. If they continued to live there, who knew what kind of trouble they would attract.

But before everyone could express their position, General Yuwen said slowly, “Of course you Masters will go to the Chun Shen Lake, but before that, the Hou has instructed that there is one more thing to do.”

Hearing this, everyone’s expressions became subtle. Finally, Tang Qisheng tentatively asked, “What else is there?”

“It’s like this, the Hou and his wife had a deep and unwavering love. This residence was built by the Hou specifically for his wife. As you all know, the Madam's cenotaph is in the backyard of this residence. The Hou hopes that before you go to the Chun Shen Lake, you will first help move the Madam's spirit.” General Yuwen looked at Jiang Cheng and the others very naturally.

“Move the spirit?”

Tang Qisheng frowned. As an expert in folklore, he naturally knew the hidden meaning of these two words. This process required very complicated procedures, and once something went wrong, everyone involved would be in danger.

General Yuwen didn't take it seriously, and was even a little dissatisfied with everyone’s reaction, but he was just a messenger, and no one cared. “Yes, move the spirit. The Hou hopes that you Masters can guide the Madam's soul to the Chun Shen Lake. After all, there is a difference between humans and ghosts. The Madam's soul has been residing in the Hou's residence for many years, which is not good for the Madam herself. It’s better to send her back to her original place and reincarnate sooner. The Hou has already asked a master from the Tianshi Fu (Celestial Master Taoist Order) to calculate that Zi Shi (11:00 PM - 1:00 AM) tomorrow night will be the best day for reincarnation. I hope you Masters will not let down the Hou's expectations.”

Jiang Cheng remained calm and cupped his fist in return to General Yuwen. “Please trouble General Yuwen to give a reply to the Hou. We will certainly live up to the Hou's expectations.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

“There is one more thing. Tonight’s spirit moving requires an object left behind by the deceased Madam that she was attached to during her lifetime, so as to attract the soul of the deceased Madam. I wonder if this thing… is it ready?” Li Bai asked the key question in one sentence. She was also testing what kind of medicine the Hou’s residence was selling.

Hearing this, General Yuwen nodded immediately. His attitude was calm, obviously prepared. “Don’t worry, Master. We have already prepared the item, and it is now being delivered to the master of the Tianshi Fu for salvation. After the ritual is over, it will be handed over to the Masters. Don’t worry, Masters.”

After hesitating again and again, Zhu Jie still asked the doubts in his heart: “May I ask General, what exactly is this object of attachment? It would be good for us to prepare in advance.”

General Yuwen’s expression was mysterious, and he slowly said, “It is an embroidered ball.”

“An embroidered ball?”

“Yes, this embroidered ball is exactly the item that brought the Hou and his wife together.”