"So..." Jiang Cheng looked up at the village chief.
The village chief seemed a little afraid of the young man before him. He deliberately avoided Jiang Cheng's gaze and lowered his voice. "I came to... to deliver this." He pulled the signing tube they had seen before from his sleeve.
"What are the rules this time?" Chen Hao had grown numb to drawing lots. It was the same every time; it had practically become routine.
"We need four people."
Before the village chief could finish, the Fatty rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to give it a try.
The village chief immediately snatched back the signing tube and explained guiltily, "Please calm down, Master. That won't work. This time, each room needs to send one person."
Zhang Junyu gave the Fatty a malicious glance and chuckled under his breath. "That does seem fair."
"What are we drawing lots to decide this time? The order?" Lei Mingyu asked.
"Exactly." The village chief nodded. "As for choosing who goes from each room, we won't decide that. The Night Watchman will assign people once the order is set."
As if worried that his words wouldn't be convincing enough, the village chief quickly added, "These are the Night Watchman's instructions. I hope you'll cooperate, Masters."
Though it sounded like a hassle, the drawing went smoothly. Yu Chengmu's group came first, Chen Hao's second, Jia Jinliang's third, and Jiang Cheng and the Fatty's group came fourth.
The Fatty stared at the lot in disbelief. Going by what had happened before, the farther back you were in the order, the more dangerous it was.
After all, the dangers didn't come entirely from the ghosts involved in the tasks. Sometimes, teammates were more treacherous than ghosts.
Zhang Junyu, who had drawn first, couldn't contain his delight. He