"I don't understand," Fu Ping said, spreading his hands.
"If you want to do this, why not just go ahead yourselves? Why insist on bringing me here? I told you, this is incredibly risky. One little oversight on your part, one nap on mine, and I could have a nightmare and summon that Werewolf. Then people in Green City would be killed or injured again. Who would take responsibility for that?"
Seeing that he had already considered this, the two exchanged a smile. Fu Ping really was as they had judged him over the past few days: a good man at heart, afflicted with a horrifying curse that killed people in his dreams.
Although the Werewolf was not under his control, merely a manifestation of the curse's power.
Zeng Mu turned his head, fixed his gaze on him, and asked, "Don't you want to break the curse?"
"Break it?!" Fu Ping shot to his feet, almost overturning his chair.
His eyes shone with excitement, and his words came much faster. "Did you say break it? You mean this werewolf curse on me can be broken?"
"Of course. All curses can be broken." Zeng Mu looked at Yao Chun, signaling for him to explain.
"Yes, that's what I said. Of course a curse can be broken. It's as simple as undoing a knot. You just have to find both ends of the rope, and untying it becomes easy."
Watching Fu Ping's excited expression, he said, "We brought you here for two reasons. First, to stop you from leaving again out of fear that your hiding place had been exposed. Second, we need your help finding the other fellow who was cursed."
"Me? How could I find him?"
"If my guess is right, that splitting white light meant the curse divided into