But what Jiang Cheng cared about more was what Zhou Tong planned to do next.
"It's nine at night. Based on our experience with previous missions, wandering around outside at this hour is too dangerous. I suggest... we find somewhere to rest first." Lu Yu's voice was timid.
Her sudden remark immediately put Jiang Cheng on alert. Lu Yu had already lost two teammates and was now the only one left. No matter how he looked at it, she wasn't the one who should be making suggestions here.
Besides, Lu Yu had just been crying pitifully, yet now her gaze was so composed that it made Jiang Cheng uneasy.
His eyes swept over Lu Yu and Zhou Tong. His expression remained calm as he reassured her in a perfectly natural tone. "Lu Yu, don't worry. With all of us here, we'll be fine."
"That's right. We'll be fine," Fatty promised her, too.
But Jiang Cheng could no longer keep calm. He could clearly feel the pressure of a storm about to break. The closer it got to time for the ghost opera, the more impatient the disguised ghosts around them became.
But that wasn't entirely a bad thing. The more agitated the ghosts got, the more mistakes they made. Setting aside the two people who had already died, Zhou Tong and Lu Yu's identities had also been confirmed.
In other words, Teacher Zi Gui, Bai Xi, and Lu Yu—the entire three-person team—were all ghosts.
That was what made Jiang Cheng the most wary.
It also reminded him of what the Ghost Bride had said on the bus: Don't trust anyone.
The Ghost Bride and the Newspaper Man were both enforcers within the Old President's domain. They must have known something about each other's abilities. It seemed the Ghost Bride had