Li Bai didn't rush. She needed to confirm "Wu Qiang's" identity. "Tell me, how many of us came this time?"
"Ten people, Miss Li. Why do you—"
As the dried corpse answered, bits of its withered flesh kept falling from its face. Even Li Bai, who had seen plenty, could barely stand the sight.
"I'll ask you again. When Huang Jun took a knife for Yao Shunyu, what did I tell you?"
The question clearly stumped the dried corpse. Even its strangely hoarse voice changed. "Miss Li, you didn't tell me anything. And besides, wasn't it Lü Zhangyuan who took the knife for Yao Shunyu?"
The next second, Li Bai forced down her revulsion and grabbed the corpse's arm. With her other hand, she tugged the rope at her waist twice slowly, then once quickly. It was the signal she'd agreed on with Lü Zhangyuan.
The rope soon responded. Something was pulling her outward, but before Li Bai could relax, the fog around them seemed to have been provoked. It surged suddenly, and within a few breaths, it blocked her vision. Fortunately, Li Bai still had a firm grip on the corpse's thin arm.
"Ah!"
A short cry rang out in front of her. Li Bai could tell it came from Wu Qiang, who looked like a dried corpse.
"What's wrong?" Li Bai asked hurriedly.
"Th-there's a hand on my shoulder. It's pulling me back." Wu Qiang's voice trembled too.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dried corpse was pulled backward into the fog against its will. Something was dragging it away, and Li Bai couldn't keep her footing either. She was pulled toward the fog with it.
"Damn it."
Li Bai had considered the possibility of something like this happening, but she had no solution.
Lü Zhangyuan was