Before he met the portly Jiang Cheng, Yao Shunyu had always survived nightmares on his own. There was no doubt about his abilities: he had made it this far and even escaped from Yu Chengmu and the others. Although the woman leading them kept changing direction, he could still tell clearly that they were going the wrong way.
The inexplicable disappearance of the two people behind them confirmed his suspicions. Something was wrong with their guide. If they kept going, who knew what might happen?
What made Yao Shunyu even more anxious was that they had already stepped onto a covered bridge. Beneath it lay a vast lotus pond, its water gleaming pitch-black and seemingly bottomless. In the faint lantern light, he could make out clusters of enormous lotus blossoms below. He had never seen flowers bloom so profusely.
And... and this wasn't even the season for lotuses to bloom. The nighttime wind cut across his skin, cold as a steel blade dragged over him. The situation was growing more perilous by the moment.
Yao Shunyu didn't dare hesitate any longer. He looked at the portly man, a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
If it had been anyone else, he would have slipped away quietly. Leaving someone behind with the woman would greatly improve his chances of escape. But Wang Fugui was the one exception. A man like him shouldn't die here. He was the one who most deserved to live.
Yao Shunyu had never imagined that one day he would give up his chance to survive for another person and face a terrifying vengeful ghost without flinching.
"Brother Fugui, we can't go any farther. I have a plan. Get behind me, then find a chance to slip away and retrace your steps. I'll stay with her a little