The dead could not possibly come back to life.
He waited an entire day and did not even see a stray hair.
Master Kong Xin tried several times to tell his master about what had happened the previous night, but each time the guide interrupted him and cast him a meaningful look.
Only then did he realize.
The guide had not failed to notice him peeking. He had merely chosen not to pay attention to him for the time being, for some reason.
This left him restless and uneasy.
He wanted to expose the guide without a care for the consequences, but in some ancient legends, demons that were exposed would immediately tear off their disguises and begin attacking the living.
Could their group deal with it?
But.
If they did not expose it... sooner or later, the monster would attack people again.
They definitely had to expose it.
But when should they do it?
For a time.
Old Monk, who was still very young then, wavered inwardly from side to side, unable to make up his mind or summon the resolve.
The others did not notice Little Monk's inner turmoil.
After waiting through the entire day.
When the two missing former officials still had not returned, everyone agreed that the pair had deserted them at the critical moment and planned to settle accounts with them once they returned!
A few even viciously cursed that the two men would be bitten to death by wild beasts or fall off a cliff and die!
The night before, they had still been discussing their ideals and treating each other as kindred spirits.
By the next day, they had become enemies who wished they could eat one another's flesh raw.
It was rather ironic.
Soon.
Night fell once again.
Everyone repeated the events