It was night.
Although the inn had plenty of unoccupied rooms, the five of them still chose to crowd into the living room and take turns resting.
Barring any surprises, they would spend the entire week like this.
Qin Manjiang did not particularly mind. He felt fear too, but strangely, even when panic and timidity showed on his face, his thoughts remained completely unaffected by his emotions.
Sometimes, Qin Manjiang wondered whether he had some kind of illness. Even when Li Xijiu had died alone in a sea of flames to save him, he had remained emotionally calm.
Although he had cried and there had been tears on his face, he himself had only realized he was crying after belatedly touching the tears.
It was a strange feeling, as if a pane of transparent glass inside him deftly separated his body from his soul. His soul watched helplessly as his body first produced all its emotions and desires, then fed them back to it.
Rather than his soul experiencing an emotional fluctuation that then caused a change in his body.
The feeling was like...
His body telling him, You should cry now. Only then would his soul realize... Oh, right, I should cry at this point.
His body said it was time to be afraid, and only after receiving that information would his soul react accordingly... Right, I should be afraid now.
He did not know whether this situation, or this sequence, was right. Perhaps he was overthinking it, and everyone was like this?
He looked at the others, who had already lain down, and pulled himself out of his thoughts.
Qin Manjiang was the first to keep watch. This was also a concession the others had made for him. As the youngest person here and the newest player, he