On the muddy ground in the mountains, the gullies carved out by the rain had been filled with countless bloody streaks of red. Like nimble little snakes, they twisted and writhed beneath the corpses' feet.
Hou Guisheng removed the hood of his raincoat. Cold rain pounded his soaked hair and trickled down along the wrinkles etched by time.
His gaze moved from the corpses to the four shaken survivors before finally settling on the most unusual body atop the dirt slope.
Chu Xiaohui had been the fuse behind the tragic deaths of more than a dozen employees—one could even say he had been the source of it all.
Hou Guisheng now knew that a ghost was hiding nearby, waiting with vicious eyes for them to expose another weakness before rushing in like a beast and tearing them all apart.
"There's more than one..."
For now, he would call the ghost that killed people the Sin Item Ghost.
Its ability allowed someone holding a Sin Object to use that Sin Object to kill themselves instead.
But Hou Guisheng knew full well that there was definitely more than one ghost nearby.
Before his death, Chu Xiaohui had discovered a major point of doubt. It should have been related to factors such as space, routes, and locations.
As a former salesperson at Tianming Mountain Cemetery, he was far more sensitive to routes than anyone else.
"Manager, not this one..."
His final half-sentence before death had gone unfinished, but it was easy enough to infer what he had meant to say—"Manager, this isn't the right road."
Chu Xiaohui had been deeply shocked. Based on his experience, he seemed unable to believe they had taken the wrong route. Something beyond his imagination must have happened.
Rain fell upon the treetops. The sky was overcast, and