In a world like this, the danger of being left outside alone was easy to imagine. Once night fell, even returning to this ghost-infested residence would likely be no easy task.
Time passed minute by minute, and everyone's work was nearing completion. Yet Lu Qin and Shao Tong were still nowhere to be seen. Most troubling of all, they hadn't sent so much as a message.
Night grew deeper, and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense. Zhang Qizheng tentatively called Lu Qin's phone. The call went through, but no one answered.
Shao Tong's phone was the same.
Something had happened... Everyone was sure of that. The question was whether Lu Qin and Shao Tong had run into trouble, or whether they were the ones in danger, trapped inside the residence.
Lu Qin and Shao Tong didn't seem like the sort who'd fall into a trap so easily. Thinking about it another way, they might have discovered an important clue and realized that something was bound to happen in the residence tonight.
Jiang Cheng looked around. His attention settled on the paper bridge, as well as the paper ingots and candles nearby. If something was definitely going to happen tonight, it would most likely be during the exorcism ritual they were preparing for the fat man.
Jiang Cheng looked at Zhang Qizheng, whose brow was furrowed, then at Tang Qisheng, who was busy nearby. "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Tang, how are the preparations for tonight coming along?"
Tang Qisheng stood up and wiped the sweat from his cheek with the back of his hand. "More or less done. The paper bridge is built, and the paper ingots and candles are ready. The basin was already here at the funeral home. All that's left is Li Bai's paper clothes. Oh, and