Does He Look Familiar?

After that, no more blood-and-flesh apparitions came, even as the sky grew darker. The deducers remained on guard, wary of being ambushed by all kinds of ghosts when they were in pain.

As time passed, everyone grew more and more anxious.

The pain had been bearable at first, but as their spirits and willpower wore down, it gradually became unbearable.

Naturally, they grew more hesitant with each stitch, and their progress slowed.

A few even passed out from the pain, only to be punched awake by acquaintances taking the opportunity to vent.

Yu Xing endured twice the pain, yet was among those making the fastest progress. He also kept an eye on his reserve team member, Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu had little combat ability, but his endurance was surprisingly good. Though he was soaked from head to toe, as if he'd just climbed out of a bathtub, and let out a groan now and then, at least he never stopped working.

It looked like Zhang Yu had sewn most of his clothes already, with only a few details left.

Time passed once more.

After dusk, the red-clothed proprietress returned to the back courtyard and lit several stone-pillar lamps. She also took a look at the "tourists'" appalling handiwork.

The more she looked, the more peculiar her expression became. She was practically on the verge of pasting the words "What an eyesore!" across her face.

Gao Yiling followed her in, seemingly oblivious to the tourists' contorted expressions. Raising her voice, she said, "Dinner's in twenty minutes. Is everyone done with their clothes?"

A few people nodded. The rest either immediately sped up or were still passed out on their tables.

"Oh, you're pretty quick," Gao Yiling praised them casually, only for the red-clothed proprietress to call her out. "You call that