The Fatty couldn't help shuddering. Even Old Mr. Zhang couldn't be trusted. He still remembered how, not long after they had entered the mission, Old Mr. Zhang had saved them on the night the inn was haunted.
"Maybe it was all an act. Don't worry about it." Jiang Cheng glanced at the Fatty and immediately knew what he was thinking.
"We can't tell anything about Zhu Jie and Tang Qisheng yet, but they might be lying low and waiting for the right moment."
It took the Fatty a long time to recover. Jiang Cheng's calm tone gave him confidence, and he reassured him, "Don't worry too much, Doctor. We'll figure everything out. I believe in you!"
"Even if those few have something to hide, there are still four of us. Four against four—we're not at a disadvantage."
The Fatty had meant to encourage Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng suddenly turned his gaze on him. The unfamiliar look between his brows made the Fatty's heart skip a beat.
The emotion in Jiang Cheng's eyes vanished in an instant. The Fatty was a very perceptive person, and he could clearly sense the complicated feelings behind Jiang Cheng's silence.
Jiang Cheng's first reaction to those words had been disappointment. But when he realized they had come from the Fatty, that disappointment turned into deep concern.
The Fatty belatedly understood. Looking toward the silent room, he couldn't help slowly widening his eyes. "You don't mean Li Bai and the others..."
"That's not impossible." Jiang Cheng cut him off, his tone turning hard and unfamiliar. "We haven't known them for long, and they were both present during the supernatural incident at Mount Xixieming."
The Fatty fell silent. He lowered his head and looked at his shoes. Li Bai had bandaged the wound on his face,