"This thread has been specially treated to have a zhenshi (corpse-suppressing) effect."

Jia Jinliang walked over, looking very wary of the corpse, his throat bobbing nervously. He asked in a low voice, "We... we should just move the corpse outside. This place..."

Everyone understood what Jia Jinliang meant. The light here was poor, very dim, and there were many paper figures hanging around, making everyone uncomfortable just standing here.

But Yu Chengmu glanced at him and said without any politeness, "Boss Jia, your legs are your own. You can leave whenever you want. I won't keep you company."

Jia Jinliang was stunned by Yu Chengmu's words. After a moment, he seemed to react and asked, confused, "Old Mr. Yu, what do you mean by that?"

"Boss Jia, this corpse is a xieshi (evil corpse). It's better to keep it in this room. If you really move it out, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause?" Zhang Junyu looked at Jia Jinliang's face with a fake smile. "Otherwise, think about it, why are these two corpses bound with fushi xian (corpse-binding thread)?"

Before long, Fatty and Lei Mingyu returned. In Lei Mingyu's hand was something wrapped in cloth, with a black handle sticking out.

Du Moyu glanced behind them, but before he could speak, Lei Mingyu said impatiently, "Don't look, the village chief didn't come. He said he has other things to do."

Fatty pouted and complained, "The village chief is just scared. If you ask me, he probably has something to hide."

Lei Mingyu opened the cloth, revealing a sharp knife, stained with blood. Yu Chengmu took it and examined it, discovering that the blood had seeped into the wooden handle, dyeing it almost black.

Zhang Junyu sniffed, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Such heavy sha qi (killing aura)."

Yu Chengmu told everyone to step back a little. He squatted in front of the corpse, found an angle, and inserted the knife blade into the connection between the two corpses, cutting the fushi xian (corpse-binding thread) one by one.

After the two corpses were completely separated, everyone was surprised to find that they were holding something back-to-back.

After a brief hesitation, Yu Chengmu used the tip of the knife to pick out the object.

It was a silk handkerchief.

Unfolding the handkerchief, there were words on it. The first half was covered in dirty blood and could not be seen clearly, leaving only the second half.

"...hua deng ru zhou (flower lanterns like daylight), only lovesickness is endless, short is several months, long is a year of cold, waiting for the jin bang ti ming (golden list inscription), dressed in finery and riding a spirited horse to return at night, dare not fail your kindness." Jiang Cheng stood to the side, gazing and softly reciting.

"Looks like a love letter." Chen Hao also seemed surprised. "It was written by a candidate going to the capital for the imperial examination to his sweetheart, saying that he would come back to her after he passed the exam."

"This handkerchief should be a personal item of the girl." Du Moyu said, picking up the handkerchief and pointing to a delicate embroidery in the corner. Before he could continue his analysis, he suddenly felt a pain in his finger.

A drop of bright red blood stained the handkerchief. Before Du Moyu could react, his vision suddenly blurred.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but a scene that suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye scared him so much that he almost jumped up. A paper figure was poking its head out in a corner not far from him.

Moreover, he recognized the face of the paper figure!

The paper figure opened its mouth wide, its expression anxious, as if it had something very important to tell him, but in the next second, a dark green hand stretched out from behind the paper figure and tore off the paper figure's face.

"Ah!" Du Moyu screamed.

"What's wrong?" Lei Mingyu shook his shoulder.

At this moment, Du Moyu's vision gradually returned to normal. Chen Hao snatched the handkerchief from Du Moyu's hand. On the handkerchief, there was an extra spot of bright red blood.

Yu Chengmu seemed to sense something and lowered his voice, "What did you see?"

"A face." Du Moyu pointed not far away, terrified. "The paper figure over there has a face! The face was later torn off by a big hand!"

There were many paper figures piled in the corner. It seemed that the paper figures here were all defective products. Several people walked up and pulled away the outer paper figures. Zhang Junyu suddenly paused. A paper figure appeared in front of everyone.

The craftsmanship of this paper figure was obviously more exquisite than the other paper figures. It was painted little by little with a brush. In the dim light, if you didn't look carefully, it looked almost like a real person.

But... it had no face. There was a big hole in its face.

Seeing this scene, everyone fell silent. An ominous premonition rose in everyone's heart.

"The face you saw... what did it look like?" Yu Chengmu asked with a gloomy face.

A scene that made everyone's hair stand on end appeared. Du Moyu raised his hand with a mournful face, pointed at A Biao, and said in a pleading voice, "It's... it's him. The face is exactly the same as his face!"

"I just saw it clearly, and before I had time to call you, his face was torn off by a hand, a hand that stretched out from behind the paper figure!"

Du Moyu's words were like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's hearts.

A Biao's right eyelid twitched violently, and he couldn't help but angrily said, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll cut off your tongue!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, it's true!" With Lei Mingyu standing in front of him, Du Moyu's confidence also increased, and he insisted that the paper figure he saw was A Biao.

No, it had a face that was the same as A Biao's face.

Several obscure gazes secretly sized up A Biao, as if trying to find his flaws.

In the end, Yu Chengmu stood up and said firmly, "A Biao is a person, not disguised by a ghost. Otherwise, based on this little brother's words just now, he wouldn't be alive."

"After all..." Yu Chengmu said coldly, "This little brother broke a taboo by dripping blood on the handkerchief."

Chen Hao shook his head. "Old Mr., you can't say that. Look for yourself, is there any sharp edge on this handkerchief? How could it cut someone's finger?"

"This is obviously intentionally arranged by the mission. No matter who it is, as long as they discover the handkerchief, they will definitely trigger the next plot, which is to see the paper figure with Brother A Biao's face." Chen Hao kicked the ball back.

Jiang Cheng didn't help either side. He liked excitement, the more the better.

In the end, the smiling tiger Jia Jinliang stood up and smoothed things over, saying that the information was currently unknown, and it was possible that this was intentionally done by the ghost, so everyone must not have infighting. Only by uniting, could everyone leave here alive.

Yu Chengmu turned around, and he and Zhang Junyu carried the paper figure out. Judging from the workmanship, there must be a problem with this paper figure.

As Yu Chengmu inspected the paper figure, he found three words on the paper figure, roughly in the area of the shoulder blade.

"Lu Jianli." Zhang Junyu showed a puzzled expression.

These three words were sewn onto the paper figure with thread, the fushi xian (corpse-binding thread) they had seen before. Near this name, there was also a faint mark.