“You also think Dianjing (eye-dotting) is a huge pit, right?” Du Moyu subconsciously assumed.

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "It's not about Dianjing. Didn't you notice what the night watchman said just now? He only mentioned using red paint to color the female paper figures' nails. Did he say what to use to paint the male paper figures' eyes?"

Du Moyu had a good memory. After recalling, he admitted, "Indeed, he didn't mention it at all."

In this kind of mission, NPCs don't make such low-level mistakes, so the only explanation is that you can't perform Dianjing on the male paper figures.

"So... so we can only choose to paint the... the female paper figures' nails." Because of his profession, Du Moyu's ability to fantasize was on par with Fatty. In the dark room, he imagined himself squatting down and carefully painting the female paper figure's bright red nails.

Surrounding him were all kinds of paper figures, and then inadvertently he looked up, and the female paper figure was tilting her head, staring at him affectionately... Damn, this scene was too stimulating!

Du Moyu had never even painted his girlfriend's nails.

Seeming to think of something, Du Moyu quickly said, "Mr. Jiang, when we went to that room during the day, I noticed that some of the paper figures' feet were dirty, with grass and dirt stuck to them."

Jiang Cheng nodded, "That's right, I noticed it too. These paper figures should be the ones who left footprints while carrying the coffin in the ancestral hall last night."

"So if we accidentally pick out these paper figures this time, we're doomed." Du Moyu's face was a little serious.

After a moment, Du Moyu quickly said, "I have a suggestion. Let's just pick the paper figures that are hanging up. We can see the feet of these paper figures. Let's pick the ones with clean feet, the female paper figures with clean feet!"

Du Moyu's suggestion was correct in the general direction, but Jiang Cheng still frowned, "What you said makes sense, but I don't think things are that simple. There might be some ghosts mixed in with those female paper figures with clean feet."

"Let's take it one step at a time." Du Moyu cheered himself up, "Anyway, we're not the first ones to go."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng looked at Du Moyu, "How do you know?"

"Didn't you see the red line on the lottery?" Du Moyu was a little surprised, "There are scales on the red line, and each person's is different. I think the one with the scale closest to the front goes first."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took out the lottery he drew during the day. Upon closer inspection, he found a row of inconspicuous tick marks on the side of the lottery.

And his scale corresponded to the number 3.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Damn, he had overlooked it.

He was still wondering what the order was for each of them to go from the third watch onwards, and why the night watchman hadn't revealed it.

"Not bad." Jiang Cheng's face remained calm as he looked at Du Moyu with a mysterious and gratified gaze. "Your observation skills are barely passing. Your novels should be barely passable too. I'll buy you a rocket when we get out of here."

Du Moyu scratched his head embarrassedly and whispered a reminder, "We don't call them rockets, we call them leaders."

"It's all the same." Jiang Cheng skipped this topic and asked, "Which number are you going?"

Du Moyu took out his lottery and showed it to Jiang Cheng, "I'm number 5, the last one."

"The last one feels more dangerous, be careful." Jiang Cheng thought of Pang Xiaofeng's incident last night. If Yu Chengmu hadn't intervened, the one who died would have been A Biao, the last one.

"Thanks for your concern." Du Moyu shrugged, "I'm confident I can survive."

"By the way, I saw their order too. Zhang Junyu is first, A Biao is second. As for that Zhou Qing, he was too far away from me, I didn't see him." Du Moyu was a little regretful.

Jiang Cheng reached out and patted Du Moyu's shoulder, "Brother, Zhou Qing is number 4."

"You saw it?" Du Moyu was a little surprised.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, feeling that it was better not to discourage him. He wasn't stupid, he was just too simple-minded and stunned. "I guess so." Jiang Cheng replied.

The two discussed the paper figure mission tonight for a while, and two core issues were brought up as the focus.

First, it was the missing woman that Jiang Cheng was thinking about, Zhou the shopkeeper's wife.

According to the village chief, they had searched the entire village and couldn't find the woman. She wasn't in the river either. The village chief and the man who led the way were intentionally or unintentionally implying that the woman was at home.

Connecting this to the fact that their target tonight was the female paper figures, Jiang Cheng's ominous premonition became more prominent.

Second, it was the sentence "Be careful of fire" that floated over after the night watchman left.

Throughout their conversation, the night watchman hadn't mentioned anything related to fire. Suddenly saying this before leaving was confusing.

Could it be that they would encounter something related to fire or a fire-related situation tonight?

The night gradually deepened. Du Moyu saw that Jiang Cheng was a little tired, so he told him to rest assured and that he would keep watch.

Jiang Cheng politely declined his offer. Du Moyu wasn't Fatty, he couldn't trust him.

Time passed by, and Du Moyu was bored. He walked around the room and moved things from time to time.

Jiang Cheng asked him what he was doing. Du Moyu scratched his nose a little embarrassedly and replied that he was accumulating material. Many of the ideas for his supernatural novels came from missions. This was why many readers followed him, because it was authentic enough.

As he spoke, the sound of clappers rang out, as if it was coming from a very far away place. The sound was not only not crisp, but also had a dying quality to it.

It painted an underlying tone of danger for the mission tonight.

Jiang Cheng looked at the door and said in a low voice, "Zhang Junyu is about to start."

"Open the door to ghosts, there is no life!" Du Moyu cursed viciously. He still remembered Pang Xiaofeng's matter.

On the other side, Zhang Junyu, who heard the sound of the clappers, took a deep breath, opened the door, glanced at the house where Jiang Cheng was, and turned to walk towards the location of the paper craftsman's house that he remembered during the day.

The night was gloomy, and the entire village revealed an unusual tranquility.

There were no birds singing, nor the mournful cries of autumn insects. The people in the village seemed to have all died.

Zhang Junyu suddenly had an inexplicable guess: could it be that everyone in the entire village had really died, and the villagers he saw during the day were actually paper figures?

At night, after the villagers returned home, they would reveal their true forms as paper figures.

"Da. Da. Da."

He walked along the village's dirt road with stiff steps.

Arriving at the gate of the paper craftsman's house, a faint glimmer of light shone in front of his feet.

It was the Bagua mirror.

Zhang Junyu took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and stepped into the gate.

Although he had been there during the day, Zhang Junyu still walked around the house simply, sharpening his knife does not delay his work, the problem Jiang Cheng thought of, he also thought of, the missing woman was still missing.

Who knew if she would return, and was hiding in the house now.

What Zhang Junyu was even more worried about was whether the woman was still human at this moment.