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"": "The footsteps grew heavier, until even Luo Bin could hear them clearly.
The Spirit Medium, He Gui, poked his head out of the passage, a trace of displeasure in his eyes. "Luo Feng, you've put the bodies down. Why haven't you come up yet? They really might have been sick. If you and your son catch it, we'll have serious trouble."
Luo Feng strode toward He Gui.
Luo Bin followed him.
As Luo Bin had expected, Luo Feng went straight to the point.
First, he told He Gui what he thought about Qiang.
He Gui's expression shifted from surprise to shock.
Then Luo Feng explained what was wrong with Zheng Tong.
He Gui knitted his brows, then turned and looked hard at Luo Bin. "Are you sure you didn't misread anything? Why didn't you say something last night?"
"And what would have happened if I had? You're questioning me even now, Spirit Medium. That should tell you what would have happened last night, shouldn't it?" Luo Bin answered, neither meek nor overbearing.
Nothing was worse than the air suddenly falling silent.
Only then did He Gui say, "Mm. I'll keep an eye on Zheng Tong. You were right not to say anything. Without evidence, it's just baseless speculation. Don't undermine the Able-Bodied Team's cohesion."
Those words left Luo Bin momentarily stunned.
Cohesion?
Still, he offered no objection, and the three of them left the Underground Room.
After Luo Feng closed the iron lid, He Gui began muttering an incantation, scattering grains of rice from his hand.
In the distance, Old Kong waved and called to them.
Luo Feng signaled Luo Bin not to interrupt He Gui, and the two of them left.
Almost everyone was sitting in clusters of three, arranged by their assigned teams.