"Among these tasks, staying behind with Wang Yuanji in the small house is the safest. Zhou clearly has malicious intentions, assigning us the most dangerous task."
Mei Xiangu complained through a voice transmission, listening as Tian Lin comforted her:
"As long as these Evil Spirits remain fearful of the so-called county masters, heading to the old Village Chief's house will surely be safe."
As they spoke, they could already see the small courtyard where the old Village Chief resided from a distance.
The so-called small courtyard was anything but; beside the Corpse Well, over a dozen coffins had long been arranged.
As if it were an illusion, Tian Lin noticed that the young men guarding the coffins in the courtyard wore sinister smiles.
"County master, the mummies are all in the coffins. Would you like to come see?"
The old Village Chief moved the crowd aside, pointing to the black coffins ahead.
"These villagers are suspicious. Could they be plotting to use us as pawns?"
