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Park Bo-soo quickened his pace compared to when he arrived, and soon disappeared into the mist of the alleyway.

Now only Lu Changsheng, Cheng Caijun, and An Zhiyu remain.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Lu Changsheng felt that the fog in the village was getting thicker and thicker.

An Zhiyu stared in the direction where Park Bo-soo had disappeared, without saying a word.

Lu Changsheng remained silent.

Cheng Caijun looked around and felt that there was some kind of tacit understanding between the two that he was unaware of, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Brother Lu, what about our..." He was about to ask about the next steps.

How could we know the fish had moved?

She didn't say anything, but simply nodded slightly to Lu Changsheng.

The movement was so light and subtle that it would be completely unnoticed unless you were watching her closely.

Lu Changsheng returned a similarly slight nod.

"careful."

He only said those two words.

An Zhiyu had already turned around, her footsteps silent, like a shadow blending into the mist, and followed in the direction Park Bo-soo had left.

Her figure was quickly swallowed by the mist, leaving no trace of her footsteps.

Cheng Caijun stood there, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Brother Lu... Sister An, where are you going?"

Lu Changsheng did not answer immediately.

He stared into the depths of the fog at the alley where Park Bo-soo and Ahn Ji-woo had disappeared one after the other, his gaze deeper and more somber than usual.

Cheng Caijun finally realized what was happening, and lowered his voice even further, almost into a whisper:

"Park Bo-soo...is there a problem?"

Lu Changsheng then turned his gaze to him.

"I suspect that although he often acts together with Yamamoto, he is definitely not as honest as Yamamoto."

"Do you still remember the judgment Chen the Blind Man gave him?"

Cheng Caijun tried hard to recall.

"It may look beautiful on the outside, but it contains a wealth of knowledge and wisdom on the inside."

This is the verdict Chen the Blind Man gave to Park Bo-soo.

It looks good on the outside but not on the inside.

There's something hidden inside.

What's hidden?

Cheng Caijun felt a chill run down his spine upon closer inspection.

He began to seriously review Park Bo-soo's every word and action from the previous day.

Even though the two of them went to the shaman's house together, Yamamoto was transformed into that state, but he was completely unharmed.

The shaman raised his hand from dozens of steps away, and Yamamoto collapsed. If he was so powerful, why was Park Bo-soo, who was standing next to Yamamoto Ichiro, unharmed?

Did Park Bo-soo have some extraordinary abilities, or did he... do something?

"You mean..." Cheng Caijun's voice was a little dry, "Park Bo-soo has connections with that shaman?"

Lu Changsheng did not answer.

But his silence itself is the answer.

"But..." Cheng Caijun still found it hard to believe, "If he really had a problem, why did he bring Yamamoto back? Why did he pretend to be scared? He could have easily..."

He didn't finish speaking.

Because he suddenly thought of a possibility.

If Park Bo-soo really had connections with the shaman, then his bringing Yamamoto back wasn't to "save people," but rather to become a black sheep.

"Sister An, she..." His voice tightened, "She went to follow Park Bo-soo?"

"Um."

"Won't she be in danger? That sorcerer's methods..."

"She knows."

Lu Changsheng's voice remained calm.

An Zhiyu knew that Park Bo-soo might have a problem, so she would be careful.

You have to understand that she is the strongest fighter in China. If she fails, then no one will be able to track Park Bo-soo.

Cheng Caijun remained silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath to suppress the chill that rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Lu," he said, "what about us?"

Lu Changsheng withdrew his gaze and looked towards the west of the village.

"Let's go," Lu Changsheng said, "let's go see that shaman."

Cheng Caijun's Adam's apple bobbed.

He said nothing, but gripped the dagger at his waist, straightened his body, and followed behind Lu Changsheng.

Park Bo-soo was walking very fast; you could say he was walking at lightning speed.

A glint of something sinister flashed in his eyes. After taking only a few steps, he cautiously looked around, as if he were on guard or on guard against something.

Once back in the courtyard where the players lived, Park Bo-soo quickly closed the gate.

An Zhiyu followed from a distance, watching Park Bo-soo return to the courtyard. She didn't follow immediately, but squatted down in the distant woods, slowing her breathing, as if she had blended into her surroundings.

Through the crack in the courtyard door, a bloodshot eye was intently peering around.

"Am I overthinking it?"

After scanning the area, there wasn't a soul in sight, not even the slightest movement.

Park Bo-soo slowly straightened up, a hint of annoyance on his slightly chubby face.

"Wrong?"

He slowly bolted the door, then strode towards his room.

Yamamoto was still lying on the kang (heated brick bed), the gray-black mist still clinging to his shoulders, neck, and back like vines or living things parasitizing him.

Park Bo-soo stood by the kang (heated brick bed) and glanced down at Yamamoto Ichiro.

His expression was calm, and the tiny scar at the corner of his eye relaxed slightly as his facial muscles loosened, making it almost invisible.

Then he turned around, walked out, and didn't look at him again.

The courtyard remained quiet.

Park Bo-soo stood under the eaves, his gaze sweeping over the row of tightly closed doors.

He paused for a moment.

Then he went to Emily's door, which was ajar.

Park Bo-soo placed his fingers on the door panel and gently pushed it.

The door opened.

A faint smell of blood mixed with a burnt smell wafted out.

Then he saw Emily.

She sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), with her back to the door.

He was holding a wooden comb, which he had found somewhere. Several of the teeth were broken, and the rest were badly worn.

She is combing her hair.

The movements were slow and deliberate, one stroke at a time.

The broken wooden comb ran through her messy red hair, from root to tip. It would pause at the tip because the hair was stuck together with scabs, pulling her scalp slightly.

Emily was completely unaware.

But she was pulling her hair on the right side forward, to the side of her face, using the strands to cover the hideous wound.

One moment, one moment.

With each comb, that strand of hair was pushed a little further forward, a little closer to the wound.

Cover it up.

They tried desperately to cover it up.

Then she laughed.

Park Bo-soo saw that smile; he saw the corners of her mouth slowly widen.

That smile was so strange.

It wasn't pain, it wasn't anger, it wasn't any expression a normal person would have.

It is a kind of...

satisfy?

Park Bo-soo's Adam's apple bobbed. He ignored Emily and went straight to the bedside, carefully searching for something. Suddenly, he picked up something and placed it in the sunlight.

A single black hair swayed slightly in the sunlight.

He carefully put the black hair away.

Throughout the entire process, Emily never once glanced at Park Bo-soo, continuing to comb her hair again and again.