The man's story ended with the spiritual medium's death. The group didn't waste any more time and took their leave.
It was still early, so they planned to find a restaurant and fill their stomachs. Bai Xiaojie and the others still had some money left, which should be enough.
But after searching all around the area, they didn't find a single restaurant that was open.
"What's going on?" The Fatty looked around and couldn't help complaining. "Do the people in this town never eat out?"
Jiang Cheng turned to him and patted him on the shoulder, reassuring him, "Don't overthink it. Maybe nobody in the whole town needs to eat. What do you think?"
The Fatty realized what he meant, and immediately looked uneasy. His eyes darted nervously as he began to suspect that everyone on the road was a ghost.
Unable to find a restaurant, they had no choice but to return to the manor. But as soon as they entered, they caught the scent of food. They followed it to the dining room, puzzled, and found plates of food neatly arranged on the table.
There were seven servings, apparently with none set aside for Jiang Zhao.
The food looked appetizing and was still steaming. It seemed as if it had been made only minutes ago.
They searched the surrounding area but found no one. At last, they went to the kitchen. Seeing the dust covering the cookware, they felt a strange unease creep over them.
"Don't look at me. I don't know who made the food, or how it got here." The Fatty had barely opened his mouth when Jiang Cheng cut him off. Jiang Cheng licked his lips, looking somewhat innocent. "That's not what I wanted to ask. You misunderstood me. I wanted to know... can we