"That Deep Crimson is still alive—or rather, the one who died wasn't the Deep Crimson we thought it was!"
"Huh?" The Fatty was completely baffled and didn't react for quite some time.
"Have you ever considered the possibility that those four corpses really were Song Tianming and the other three?" Jiang Cheng's expression grew increasingly grave. "We've been apart for too long."
A few seconds later, cold sweat beaded on the Fatty's forehead. "Y-you mean Song Tianming and the other three were all replaced? Those people who just died... were all ghosts?"
Looking at the several blood-soaked corpses not far away, the Fatty found them so utterly real that he shook his head violently. He even wondered if there was something wrong with his mind. "No, that can't be right... If Song Tianming and the others are still alive, where are they?"
Jiang Cheng stood up and patted the Fatty on the shoulder. "I also think it's unlikely, but we can't take any chances. Let's go back and get Ye Qiutang. We'll sneak back to the West Wing and take a look."
The Fatty suddenly realized something. The last time they had gone there, they hadn't even made it through the courtyard gate of the West Wing before Commander Zhao had intercepted them, jumping down from a tree. Then he'd led them here by a winding route.
They returned to their room. After a brief explanation, they brought Ye Qiutang along and prepared to head over. Before they could even step outside, the Fatty suddenly turned to Ye Qiutang and casually reminded her, "Miss Ye, you'd better keep that jade pendant safe."
Ye Qiutang furrowed her brows. "Don't try to trick me. I'm the real one. I already gave him the jade pendant just now!"
Only then did the Fatty's