Three Suspects

A profound darkness descended upon the castle, robbing everyone of their sight. Zhang Yuanqing was shocked to discover that the Night Wanderer's talent for seeing through darkness had failed at this moment.

All he could see was pitch-black darkness.

"Night" was not night in the conventional sense, but a compulsory seal that sealed all skills, including passive ones.

Instinctively, he pressed his back against the wall and assumed a defensive stance while opening his Inventory. Only then did he remember that both the Inventory and attribute interface had been restricted and could not be opened.

Then all he could do was trust his luck. The one who dies won't be me, won't be me. He muttered to himself, just short of praying for God or Buddha to bless him.

It was not that Zhang Yuanqing feared death. He simply believed that only if he stayed alive could he ensure the case would be solved. He did not trust any of the others.

There was no movement in the darkness. Time slipped by silently. Two or three minutes later, the night receded, light flooded in, and his vision shifted from pitch black to dim blue-gray before daylight finally arrived.

"Who died?" Zhang Yuanqing swiftly looked around.

Sun Miaomiao, Zhao Chenghuang, Zhai Cai, All Under Heaven Returns to Fire. His teammates' faces came into view one after another. Finally, his gaze landed on the floor.

Red Chicken Bro lay stiffly on the ground, his whole body rigid. He had died in the night.

Red Chicken Bro was the one who died? A blessing in disguise. The weight in Zhang Yuanqing's heart lifted. Rather than feeling sad, he let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Zhai Cai and the others also noticed that Red Chicken Bro had fallen dead during the