Chapter 18 Trapped

　　Jin Liang felt a chill run down his spine. This situation was obviously not right; he must have violated some kind of taboo for this to happen. The problem was, he had no idea where the problem lay. "No, the abnormality only just happened, to be precise, after I finished stitching up the abdominal wound."

　　But there was no problem with the abdominal wound stitching. Although time was tight, he didn't cut corners at all. With a thought, Jin Liang looked up and down the corpse. Finally, his gaze stopped at the corpse's empty left arm. Before, Jin Liang had considered the possibility that Chen Hao had hidden the missing left hand. He looked around nearby but found nothing. But now, he had a guess. He trembled as he slowly touched the corpse's abdomen, then groped upwards inch by inch. After about a minute, he felt something relatively hard through the corpse's belly. It was a larger item, and the outline of the item… Jin Liang's heart skipped a beat, his guess… had come true! The corpse's left hand wasn't missing; it was hidden in the corpse's belly by that bastard Chen Hao!

　　Damn it!

　　He actually overlooked that!

　　Actually, it wasn't that he overlooked it, but time was tight; he only had a little more than half the normal time. Chen Hao must have calculated this, hiding the severed hand in the corpse's belly. What's even more infuriating was that he stuffed all the protruding intestines and organs back in, pretending that as long as this wound was stitched up, the task could be completed. He had too much energy distracted by that ghost family that had come before; damn it…

　　But since it had already happened, there was no point in saying more. Du Moyu's experience reminded him that making mistakes here, as long as they were handled properly, there was still a chance to survive. Right now, the corpse's eyelids were already half open, and the pupils of its empty eyes moved from time to time, with disgusting mucus flowing from the corners of its eyes. If he delayed any longer, there would only be one result: the corpse would rise and kill him. But to salvage the current situation, he had to tear open the stitched abdominal wound and take out the severed hand. But doing so would violate another taboo: a stitched wound cannot be reopened. And there was an even more important point: there wasn't enough time. The abdominal wound was the largest, and the remaining time was simply not enough for him to open the corpse's abdomen, then restitch it, and then stitch the severed hand back onto the corpse's arm. What to do?

　　Yu Chengmu wasn't very calm; he was flustered, his heart sinking to the bottom. What did he need to do to survive?

　　Yu Chengmu's gaze swept around non-stop, his brain working fast, quickly recalling what the watchman had said, as well as some of the taboos he knew about. Just as the corpse was about to fully open its eyes, Yu Chengmu's gaze suddenly stopped, then became fierce…

　　"You're really something," Lei Mingyu gave Chen Hao, who was sitting at the table drinking tea, a thumbs up. "Not only did you come back unscathed, but you also left three gifts for Yu Chengmu."

　　Chen Hao's face didn't show much emotion, and he held the teacup in his hand. "Don't be too optimistic; that Yu Chengmu isn't an ordinary person. It's hard to say whether he can be killed." "I think it's about right," Lei Mingyu walked back and forth excitedly. Xiao Feng's death made him very happy. "Three traps. The duantouxiang (severed head incense) is the first hurdle, just to make him lower his guard. The candles sprinkled with jiaofen (corner powder) are powerful. If he's not careful, he'll definitely suffer a big loss." Chen Hao turned to look at Jin Liang, explaining, "Jin Liang told me about this. I couldn't think of such a method before." "It was that Jiang Cheng, he did it like that before. Zhou Qing died in his hands." Mentioning Jiang Cheng, Jin Liang couldn't help but fall into memories. "A series of moves, and then suddenly this one, catches people off guard."

　　Lei Mingyu's mood seemed exceptionally good, and he couldn't help but sneer, "It doesn't matter, even if this move is broken by Yu Chengmu, there's still the last one."

　　"He would never have thought that the severed hand was hidden in the corpse's belly." "He might think of something, but he might not have time to verify it," Jin Liang sat at the table, adding, "After all, he has so little time. Time is the last straw that breaks the camel's back."

　　"He can't afford to make any mistakes. Otherwise, if any step takes up too much time, he will die." Jin Liang didn't have much hope that he could survive. Lei Mingyu swaggered over, plopped down in the chair, and sneered, "If you ask me, he's dead. We need to sit down and think about how to deal with that old guy, Shi."

　　"And that A Biao," Lei Mingyu added, "That Jiang Cheng is also untrustworthy."

　　"Have you thought about it? Once the threat from Du Moyu and the others is eliminated, will Jiang Cheng and the others take the lead in attacking us?" Lei Mingyu's voice was very low. "According to the difficulty of this instance, the benefits after going out must be amazing!"

　　"Don't think so much yet," Chen Hao frowned upon hearing this. "Before Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui show hostility, we are always allies."

　　"Our first goal is to try our best to survive. As for who gets the final benefits, only those who survive are qualified to discuss it."

　　"Lei Mingyu."

　　Chen Hao's voice softened. "What you need is rest. I can feel that the door in your body is still constantly affecting your thinking."

　　"You need to work hard to be the master of the door, not be enslaved by the door." Jin Liang interjected awkwardly from the side. In another room, Jiang Cheng and Fatty were also not asleep. Jiang Cheng had been calculating the time. He wasn't surprised that Chen Hao could survive. He could see that Chen Hao was the core of Jin Liang's group. This person was sophisticated in handling affairs, and had courage and strategy. He was a pretty good partner. For the time being, he was still relatively reliable. Of course, this was mainly based on the premise that they shared a common threat: Du Moyu and his group. "Doctor," Fatty stood behind the door, excitedly looking out through the crack. "Come and see."

　　Although it was still dark outside, it wasn't as dark as before. They could even see a little bit of the fish-belly white. Dawn was coming soon. And as long as it was dawn, whether Yu Chengmu was dead or not, he would have to die again at that time. "I didn't expect Chen Hao to be quite capable," Fatty recalled the doctor's evaluation of him, and couldn't help but nod. Shi's death must have been due to Chen Hao. Just as Fatty was preparing to welcome the arrival of a new day, a gong sound broke the tranquility of the village. Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows.