“Why did you suddenly think to ask about this?” Lei Mingyu asked casually, looking at him.

“It’s nothing, I just feel that little thing is quite strange, but in the end, it's the night watchman who is weird. I suspect he might be a ghost in disguise!” Speaking of the night watchman, Pang Xiaofeng, whose emotions had just stabilized a bit, couldn't help but frown.

Du Moyu’s expression became subtle. He secretly sized up Pang Xiaofeng. A person who had just escaped death was able to calm down so quickly. You must know that Pang Xiaofeng was not like them; he was just a newcomer, and immediately after escaping danger, he was anxious to ask about the whereabouts of the other item... Connecting all of this, Du Moyu's throat couldn't help but roll, and the terrifying guess in his heart was gradually becoming a reality.

After listening to Pang Xiaofeng's answer, Lei Mingyu nodded, turned around, and looked at Chen Hao and Du Moyu. “Xiao Feng is right. Where did you put the remaining little thing?” Lei Mingyu slowly blinked at the two of them.

Chen Hao and Du Moyu understood. It seemed that Lei Mingyu had also noticed the abnormality in this "Pang Xiaofeng." Although it was not clear how the other party did it, he must be a ghost in disguise.

The real Pang Xiaofeng was already dead.

They had made a big mistake, actually letting a ghost in.

Seeing this scene, Chen Hao remained calm, pretending to think for a few seconds with a puzzled look, then looked at Du Moyu and asked, “Du Moyu, I remember you put it away. Where did you put it?”

“I…” Du Moyu immediately cooperated by touching his body and clothes pockets, while his brain was rapidly thinking of countermeasures. They had made a big mistake, and now they had to find a way to make up for it.

"Pang Xiaofeng" also cast his gaze over, his eyes fixed on Du Moyu's hand, waiting for the appearance of that thing. Du Moyu searched all over his body, and said with a puzzled expression, "What's going on? I remember clearly putting it on my body, why... why can't I find it?"

Lei Mingyu replied with dissatisfaction, "Du Moyu, what good are you? You can't even keep an eye on something!"

Chen Hao smoothed things over like a nice guy: "Don't worry, the ghost is outside the door now. As long as we don't go out, the ghost can't hurt us. We are safe."

"Pang Xiaofeng" seemed a little impatient, poked his neck and urged in a low voice: "Du Moyu, think again, things can't disappear out of thin air, did you lose it somewhere?"

"I... I haven't been anywhere. Just in this room." Du Moyu acted very convincingly, with a tangled face, a slight frown, and his eyes constantly wandering around the room, playing the role of someone who deeply blames himself for losing important clues.

Suddenly, Du Moyu's eyes flashed, "That's right, I slept on the bed for a while just now. Could it have fallen on the bed?"

Before he finished speaking, "Pang Xiaofeng" stood up and walked quickly towards the bed in the inner room, searching on the bed while asking, "Are you sure, Du Moyu? Where exactly were you lying, closer to the inside or closer to the outside?"

Chen Hao: "..."

Lei Mingyu: "..."

“Closer to the inside, I remember…” Du Moyu continued to fool him, pointing to the innermost part of the bed and saying, "See if there's anything there." As he spoke, taking advantage of Pang Xiaofeng's back being turned to him, he took out the small item from the sleeve of his clothes.

With a gloomy face, Lei Mingyu took the item from Du Moyu's hand, then took the candlestick handed over by Chen Hao. At this time, "Pang Xiaofeng" had been fooled into kneeling on the ground, looking under the bed, "Could it have fallen under the bed?"

"No way, look more carefully." Du Moyu slowly retreated.

Now the situation was very obvious. The ghost was also looking for that thing, and after finding it, it would attack them.

"Pang Xiaofeng" had stretched his head under the bed, leaving only half of his body outside. Lei Mingyu stepped forward, aimed the candle at Pang Xiaofeng, then put the item on the candle flame. The candlelight flickered violently, and a puff of green smoke rose up, accompanied by the smell of burning.

The next second, the candlelight turned into an eerie green color. And with this light that seemed to come from the underworld, the "Pang Xiaofeng" in front of them changed, turning into a bloated corpse.

The clothes on the corpse were almost torn apart, and water was dripping all over its body, gathering into a small puddle on the ground. The corpse twisted its body and turned its head with difficulty. The rotten dead face actually squeezed out a puzzled expression, and water was constantly dripping outwards as its mouth wriggled. "It's not there, why isn't it there?"

The eyes that were squeezed into a slit suddenly stared at Lei Mingyu's hand, the hand holding the small item. After a moment, the corpse slowly moved its gaze, staring at the three of them with resentful eyes for a few seconds, then wriggled its body, stood up, opened the door, and took the initiative to leave, leaving a line of wet footprints behind.

Chen Hao quickly walked up and reinserted the bolt on the door, tightening it.

Du Moyu breathed a long sigh of relief and sat on the chair. Tonight, Pang Xiaofeng had died, and the three of them had almost been killed by a ghost. But... this was only the first night.

"Xiao Feng wasn't a reckless person. He would never mess with the items in the mourning hall. Why did he have an accident?" Lei Mingyu punched the table, and the water in the teacup splashed with ripples.

Chen Hao turned his head to the other side, as if he could see the scene outside through the wall, "Xiao Feng was plotted against."

"Yes." Du Moyu nodded. "It was that old thing, Yu Chengmu."

Lei Mingyu was angry. His good brother Pang Xiaofeng was dead, and he had just been tricked by the ghost disguised as Pang Xiaofeng. His tone was very aggressive: "If you two have something to say, say it! Don't play dumb here!"

"It must have been Yu Chengmu who moved the things in the mourning hall, which led to Xiao Feng being targeted by the ghost." Chen Hao sat next to Lei Mingyu and analyzed in a deep voice: "Think about it, Xiao Feng didn't strike the bell a second time. Without waiting for the bell, who is the most worried person?"

"It's... A Biao!" Lei Mingyu's face changed slightly.

Du Moyu tapped the table, "That's right, after all, he was the last one, and he drew the worst lot. Think about it again, if you were A Biao, what would you do if you hadn't heard the bell for so long?"

Before Lei Mingyu could answer, Chen Hao said, "I would try to contact Pang Xiaofeng. If I couldn't contact Pang Xiaofeng, I would also contact his teammates, at least to find out what happened."

"But we didn't receive anything, which means what? It means they know that Xiao Feng couldn't possibly survive, and after his death, A Biao was safe, so there was no need to contact us at all!"

"If everything was normal, A Biao, who drew the worst lot, should have been the one to die tonight, but Yu Chengmu saw through the layout in the mourning hall. He tampered with it, making Xiao Feng, who went next after him, a scapegoat for A Biao!"