Chapter 1 So…

"So…" Jiang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the village chief.

The village chief seemed a little afraid of the young man in front of him, deliberately avoiding his gaze and lowering his voice. "I'm here… to deliver this." The village chief took out the divination cylinder from his sleeve that they had seen before.

"What are the rules this time?" Chen Hao was already numb to drawing lots. After all, it was the same every time, it had practically become a routine.

"Need four people."

Before the village chief could finish speaking, Fatty rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

The village chief immediately retracted the cylinder, somewhat guiltily explaining, "Please calm down, Master. It's no use for you to do that. This time, we need one person from each room."

Zhang Junyu glanced at Fatty with ill intentions, and chuckled in a low voice, "This is fair."

"So what we're drawing lots for this time is the order?" Lei Mingyu asked.

"That's right." The village chief nodded. "As for the selection of people from each room after the order is determined, it's not up to us to decide. We have to listen to the night watchman’s arrangement."

As if worried that his words were not convincing enough, the village chief quickly added, "These are all instructions from the night watchman. Please cooperate, Masters."

Although it sounded troublesome, the drawing of lots went smoothly. Yu Chengmu's group was first, Chen Hao's group was second, Jia Jinliang's group was third, and Jiang Cheng and Fatty's group was fourth.

Fatty held the lot in his hand, his face full of disbelief. Judging from the previous order, the people ranked later were more dangerous.

After all, the danger didn't only come from the ghosts in the mission, sometimes teammates were even more sinister than ghosts.

Zhang Junyu, who had won the first prize, couldn't contain the joy in his heart. He turned his head and stared at Fatty, laughing softly, "It seems that the tables have turned. This time, the Fugui brothers have to be careful."

"Mind your own business," Jiang Cheng retorted sharply.

Meeting Jiang Cheng's gaze, Zhang Junyu laughed awkwardly, a surge of hatred involuntarily rising in his eyes. Zhou Qing had died at this person's hands.

Fatty couldn't help but look dejected. Even after returning to their room, he still looked remorseful.

"Don't worry too much about it." Jiang Cheng patted Fatty on the shoulder, comforting him, "I think the form of the mission has changed this time."

Jiang Cheng smiled confidently, "Besides, think about it, can those few small fries deal with me? Maybe in their next life."

Fatty raised his head, worried, "But this is a high-level game."

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to hit Jiang Cheng's exciting spot, and he suddenly perked up. "I'm still in the high-level group! Back in the day, around Rong City, who didn't know me? My Silver Spear Little Langjun is definitely not an empty name. I squeezed out four or five stores nearby until they went out of business. The boss even wanted to give me a part of the equity just to keep a talent like me…"

Seeing Jiang Cheng getting more and more off-track, Fatty quickly stopped him. "Doctor, I personally suggest you talk less about your charm in this instance. Are you really not afraid of attracting the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess)!"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng thought of what Du Moyu had said, that the paper figure had a face exactly like his.

…

In another room.

"Boss, how are you?" In the dim candlelight, A Biao unwrapped Jia Jinliang's bandaged wound and helped him change the dressing.

Jia Jinliang shook his head slightly. "Don't worry about me."

After a moment, Jia Jinliang frowned slightly, as if the thing he had always been worried about had become a reality. "A Biao, have you noticed that the mission… cough cough, the mission is gradually changing."

A Biao re-bandaged the wound, sat on the chair, and nodded. "That's right, the difficulty of the mission is gradually increasing. Now, the information provided by the village chief is becoming more and more vague. We can only get accurate information about the mission from the night watchman."

"And after the night watchman finishes speaking, we don't have much time to discuss it before we have to leave."

The pain of the amputated limb made Jia Jinliang's body tremble involuntarily. "That's right, but this is even more disadvantageous to us. After all, Yu Chengmu knows a lot, but now, he doesn't have the opportunity to tell us."

A Biao hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and finally closed it.

After Jia Jinliang noticed, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Boss." A Biao replied in broken Mandarin, "I think we shouldn't trust Yu Zhangyan too much. That person is very sinister."

"Last time, he secretly intercepted several pieces of that batch of goods, but he didn't tell us about it." A Biao's voice was full of vigilance, "And…"

"And he saw something, but he didn't tell us," Jia Jinliang suddenly said.

"That's right!" A Biao nodded heavily. "According to Yu Zhangyan's personality, no matter how much he knows, he will only reveal up to 70%, but before, he actually revealed so much information at once, and in front of Chen Hao and Jiang Cheng, I can't figure out what he wants to do?"

Jia Jinliang let out a terrifying laugh. "What's so incomprehensible about it? He's balancing the information gap between the two sides, so that we can't easily get rid of Chen Hao and Jiang Cheng."

"Bleeding us with a dull knife, letting our blood flow, so that after solving Jiang Cheng's group, we will also be unable to compete with him for the final benefits." A fierce look flashed in Jia Jinliang's eyes. "I just don't know what kind of benefits our Yu Zhangyan has discovered that made him make such a decision."

…

After who knows how long, a strange clapper sound suddenly rang out, and Fatty, who was half asleep, woke up abruptly.

"Here it comes." Jiang Cheng stood up and walked towards the door.

When the two arrived, the other three groups had already arrived. The night watchman was carrying a plain white paper lantern, swaying as he walked over.

But this time, even the big-hearted Fatty noticed the strangeness on the night watchman’s body.

His steps could no longer be described as strange, but stiff, his knees seemed unable to bend, his movements were very strange.

When he got closer, the paper lantern was raised slightly, and the night watchman’s suddenly appearing face made everyone gasp.

In the flickering candlelight, what was reflected was a bloodless, abnormally withered face.

Such a face should not appear on a living person at all, but should be on a corpse in a coffin!

A gust of night wind blew, and Du Moyu couldn't help shivering. He could even be sure that the night watchman was already dead. What was in front of him was either the night watchman’s corpse reanimated, or… it was a ghost disguised!

Just when everyone was afraid to breathe, the corners of the night watchman’s mouth pulled apart, his gaze sweeping over their faces one by one, and then a hoarse voice sounded, "Cough cough… tonight, I will have to trouble you corpse捞尸人(lao shi ren - corpse retrievers) again."

"There are several corpses lying in the ancestral hall in the east of the village. The corpses have been lying there for a long time. For some reason, they have not been able to be buried in peace. You need to help resolve their grievances and guide their souls back to their places."