When Jiang Cheng spoke, Zhu Jie was stunned. Tang Qisheng shuddered, unable to picture the scene. A fake Grandpa with Xiuling's face, sprawled across a corpse's back—that was downright horrifying!
More importantly, they couldn't make sense of it.
Jiang Cheng naturally gave them no time to think. He had made the whole thing up, and by now he had a rough idea where the corpse had come from. "Quiet. We're following it."
They left the courtyard and turned right, trailing the corpse at what seemed like a safe distance. Jiang Cheng had walked this road before. It led straight to the center of the village.
After walking for a while, the Fatty stared at the figure ahead in the fog and suddenly felt as if it weren't real. He looked at the figure, then glanced around at their surroundings. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Suddenly, someone touched him. Yao Shunyu's voice sounded low. "Don't look around. There's something wrong with this road. It isn't one of the village's roads."
The Fatty froze. He trusted Yao Shunyu, of course, but what did he mean this wasn't one of the village's roads? Had they already left Wugong Village?
"Yao Shunyu's right. This road shouldn't be here." Jiang Cheng kept his gaze fixed warily on the figure in the fog, his voice dropping. "The village may be small, but its layout is fairly orderly. Its roads only run east to west or north to south. But look at the road we're on."
Only after Jiang Cheng pointed it out did the Fatty start to catch on. A moment later, he finally realized what was wrong. The road beneath their feet cut into the village center at a strange angle, splitting the original crossroads in two. The scene