By the moonlight, Jiang Cheng and Fatty could see clearly. It was Li Bai!
At that moment, Li Bai was sneaking toward the First Lady from behind and to her side. Fortunately, Li Bai's gaze was still clear. She didn't look controlled, or possessed by some kind of ghost.
The view pulled back. At the spot where Li Bai had first appeared, another half-formed figure emerged from behind a crooked tree. Judging by the silhouette, it was probably Yao Shunyu.
It seemed Jiang Cheng and Fatty now believed the text message was mostly genuine, but there was nothing they could do. The two remained hidden, holding their breath.
Their guess was right. Yao Shunyu was watching, too. Li Bai's strange behavior just now had indeed frightened him. Things had gone out of control from the very start, and he had no idea what would happen next. But the most important question was whether Li Bai, the first to test the waters, would survive.
One step, two steps. Li Bai moved slowly but carefully. She kept dodging, using every feature of the surrounding terrain to conceal herself, even though the First Lady, who continued moving forward, never once looked back.
But Li Bai didn't dare take that chance. Her life was her own, after all. A ghost could make countless mistakes, but she had only one chance.
She didn't dare gamble on whether this ghost might suddenly turn around—or even twist her head a full 180 degrees. Given the situation, the ghost was far too calm, far too ordinary. That could inspire an inexplicable confidence, as if stealing something from such a fool would be easy.
She had even worked out the steps in her mind. There were three in all: first, approach from behind; second, open the basket; third, take