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"": "Zhang Li slept soundly that night.
He had not had a proper night's sleep lately. While staying at Chen Xianxian's house, every time he closed his eyes, he wondered whether that evil spirit would straddle him and bite his face.
Even after returning home, he still struggled to sleep.
How was this place anything like a home?
But the sleeping pills Luo Shan had given him really worked. At first, he drifted in a groggy haze between sleep and wakefulness, then soon sank into a deep sleep.
But... while some slept soundly,
Others... could not sleep at all.
Zhong Zhicheng sat in the courtyard.
The Two-Legged Sheep's meat had been taken to the Morgue and burned during the day, while its skull and hide had been handed to the Spirit Medium, He Gui.
Luo Feng had said the hide was useful for disguises, and the horns could intimidate them. Perhaps they could also guide the way?
But even Luo Feng was uncertain whether the Two-Legged Sheep had followed them because they were carrying the sheep's head and horns, or whether one had simply tracked them.
The reason Zhong Zhicheng could not sleep was simple.
Hunting the Two-Legged Sheep was one part of it.
But what came after the hunt?
The most important thing was to find something in Qiang Village.
If... everyone in Qiang Village really had died of disease and no True Cultivator had ever left, that would mean Cabinet Mountain Village's efforts over all these years had failed. They had been heading in entirely the wrong direction.
Zhong Zhicheng clenched his fists tightly, staring wide-eyed at the night sky.
No wonder... Gu Ya had been unable to bear the gulf between her hopes and reality.
Zhong Zhicheng felt that even he might lose