After looking around, the Fatty felt like there were ghosts everywhere. He couldn't even be sure that one wasn't watching him right now through the branches of the bushes.
Thanks to his vivid imagination, the Fatty managed to scare himself, and his face went pale.
Jiang Cheng knew he was prone to wild imaginings, so he explained, "Stop looking. It's no use. If our guess is right, the real First Lady ghost can at least turn invisible. Lu Qin was right: she's hiding among us—or, more precisely, beside the decoy Disaster-Bearing Woman."
"Anyone who gets close to the Disaster-Bearing Woman will give her a chance to kill them."
Given the three people who had "died" earlier, Jiang Cheng's explanation made perfect sense.
Zhang Qizheng nodded thoughtfully. "No wonder that figure killed Li Bai and the others without us seeing it move. It was all a trick, a smokescreen. And those copper coins that mysteriously disappeared were probably snapped off and carried away by the real First Lady ghost."
The remarkably similar deaths of the three known victims already supported this theory.
The clues Tang Qisheng had brought back were extremely valuable. They had not only confirmed the "First Lady's" identity, but also exposed the real First Lady. From then on, Jiang Cheng and the others' priority shifted from stealing the embroidered ball to finding her.
"But if the First Lady can turn invisible, how are we supposed to find her?" the Fatty asked, looking at Jiang Cheng.
Although they had devoted most of their attention to the scene where the "First Lady" appeared, their extensive experience and abilities had allowed them to determine that no one was watching them nearby. It would have been very difficult for someone to approach them without being noticed, which meant the marquis's residence hadn't