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"": "Luo Bin nodded and stood up, swept his gaze around once more, then headed toward the Wooden House.
Only three tents remained. With people dying and disappearing, some belongings were bound to be lost.
Eighteen people worked out perfectly: six to a tent, without being too cramped.
"Why did the evil spirits carry off Zhang Li and the others' car before, but not the tents?" Luo Bin asked as he entered the house and closed the door.
Everything that had happened while scouting outside the village was secret, unknown to the others. This question would not expose him.
"This was something someone told us a long time ago." He Gui tilted his head slightly, looking at the Oil Lamp.
Luo Feng's expression remained unchanged. Clearly, he already knew this.
Luo Bin's eyes, however, were full of curiosity.
"At first, the Village Chief only brought back Lamp Oil. All he knew was that when the lamps in every home were lit, they could protect the families inside and keep evil spirits from entering."
"At least we could live aboveground and get a peaceful night's sleep."
"An outsider who entered the village was a very mysterious man. He explained quite a few things. He said the Oil Lamp anchored a breath of energy that belonged to the dwelling. And what counted as a dwelling? A thatched hut was a house, a Treehouse was a house, and a Wooden House was a house. So why wouldn't a cloth house count?"
"That man put himself at risk and volunteered to spend the night in a tent. In the end, he was completely unharmed."
"Someone decided a car should work the same way. He stole some Lamp Oil, took an Oil Lamp, and drove off, hoping to gamble on escaping