"It looked like Bai Yu really did have a serious problem, especially with that eye she kept covered. Her ability was probably connected to it," Jiang Cheng analyzed. "She's a very unusual ghost. If I had to describe it, I'd say she could borrow someone else's skin, disguise herself as a person, and enter the mission alongside Yuan Shanyuan."
"Could Yuan Shanyuan be a disciple too, with Bai Yu as the ghost behind his door?" The Fatty proposed a very natural hypothesis, drawing on the relationship between Wu and the Doctor.
Yao Shunyu's interest was piqued. A faint glimmer lit his eyes. "If that's really the case, we've stumbled onto something incredible. No wonder Yuan Shanyuan and the others wanted to wipe out the team. Maybe they were trying to keep this secret."
Jiang Cheng had no interest in such an utterly wicked method. Whether or not the theory was true, if word got out, it would surely unleash a wave of bloodshed in the mission world—and that violence might even spread into reality.
All it took was a moment's thought to realize how terrifying that would be.
"Whatever the case, Yuan Shanyuan and we are bound to fight this time. He's leaving us alone for now only because the mission's plot hasn't been fully revealed. He still needs us alive, as scapegoats when the critical moment comes. But as the mission goes on and we learn more, we'll become less and less useful to him. By then..."
Li Bai took a deep breath, her expression turning resolute. "When the birds are gone, the good bow is put away; when the hares are dead, the hounds are cooked. Yuan Shanyuan will soon show his hand."
"Then let him show it! Are we supposed to be afraid of him?" The Fatty