The group was quiet along the way.
Zhou Taifu walked on the right side of the group, wrapped in the clothes he had borrowed. Every now and then, he stole a glance at Zhen Jianren beside him.
The latter wore a grim expression and said nothing.
Jiang Cheng was a stark contrast.
He strode at the very front with his head held high, clearing the way for everyone.
The fat man hurried along behind him in quick, short steps.
Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin trailed behind the group, keeping a little distance.
The former was in slightly better shape.
The latter's demeanor had changed drastically. Her vulnerability had vanished, replaced by a pair of icy eyes.
The situation was more complicated than she had expected. She couldn't tell how much of Jiang Cheng's account was true and how much was false.
But she was certain that the portrait—and the ghost—were real.
Especially that ghost hand.
She still remembered how, when they heard that the ghost's hand was twice the size of an ordinary person's, Zhen Jianren, who had been holding the upper hand, had immediately wilted.
His arrogance had vanished in an instant, and the fear in his eyes had nearly become tangible.
There was certainly something intriguing about that.
Zhang Yinyin figured there were only two possibilities:
First, Zhen Jianren and Luo Yi had learned something about the female ghost through some unknown means.
That was how they had discovered that her right hand was abnormal.
Of course, they had no intention of sharing such crucial information.
The second possibility was simpler: perhaps they had seen the ghost.
That would explain how they knew what it looked like.
Zhang Yinyin's gaze gradually shifted to the space behind Zhen Jianren, her eyes growing colder.
Could it be...
On him?
When