"Oh no, Shang Xueli and Hong Qilin are in danger!"
Only after hearing Chi Xi's somewhat unbelievable account did Ye Qianfan suck in a sharp breath.
That morning, he and Mo Hechuan's group had split up. Mo Hechuan had taken Shang Xueli and Hong Qilin to Lower River Village to look for the Daoist who was playing at gods and ghosts!
If Mo Hechuan really was a Human-Skin Ghost in disguise, didn't that mean the other two were in danger?
"Did Mo Hechuan team up with someone else again?"
Chi Xi sounded worried too.
Ye Qianfan nodded. "Yes. The three of them went to Lower River Village to look for clues. We have to hurry and find them!"
"Hopefully, we can save Shang Xueli and Hong Qilin before Mochuan River makes a move!"
"I should still be able to hold out!"
Bracing his hands against the ground, Chi Xi struggled to get up.
But...
Just as Ye Qianfan was about to rush to Lower River Village, he suddenly turned toward Chi Xi. "What about you? If Mo Hechuan knocked you unconscious among a bunch of Human-Skin Ghosts, why didn't you turn into one?"
"I don't know either."
With that, Chi Xi cut open his own skin. "But look! Anyone possessed by a Human-Skin Ghost must have a layer of bloody fluid beneath their skin. The reason I discovered Mo Hechuan was a Human-Skin Ghost was that he had a wound that kept leaking bloody fluid!"
"My wound, on the other hand, is a fresh wound. I can say for certain that I'm definitely not a Human-Skin Ghost!"
Chi Xi held his slashed hand out in front of Ye Qianfan.
Ye Qianfan took a look...
There really was a layer of dermis beneath Chi Xi's skin, along with flesh and throbbing