"Huang Xiaofei, you went out once on the first night. How strong are the ghosts in this Instance on average?"
After turning a corner, Qi Si stared at the narrow, dim corridor ahead and asked without looking back, "Can you beat them?"
Huang Xiaofei pinched the cigarette from her mouth between two fingers and said flatly, "If it's those pregnant ghosts in the corridors at night, I can handle ten at once. There were too many of them the night before last—over a hundred—so I couldn't manage."
Qi Si stopped and turned his head to look at her. "I may need you to try subduing Cheng Xiaoyu by force when the time comes. If it works, things will be much simpler."
"Your plan, and I'm the one taking the risk?" Huang Xiaofei sneered, casually flicking ash onto the floor. "If it fails, I don't know whether the others will suffer, but the person who makes a move will definitely die. I'm only cooperating with you, not offering myself up for you to use."
"We already agreed in the contract: I give you clues, and you follow my arrangements. Isn't that right?" Qi Si narrowed his eyes and smiled at her, his right hand idly resting over the Pocket Watch of Fate on his left wrist. "Besides, you have the Book of the Dead. You should know I won't harm you."
Huang Xiaofei watched Qi Si suspiciously. His eyes gleamed brightly, without the slightest trace of malicious calculation.
After pondering for a moment, she broke into a radiant smile. "In that case, tell me your plan. At least let me prepare myself."
She had expected no answer, but the next moment, Qi Si lowered his eyes and said in a candid tone, "From what I know of Cheng Xiaoyu, he's very