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Lu Changsheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The eyes of those departed souls changed, as if in a famine year when corpses of the starving were everywhere, a crowd suddenly saw a bowl of steaming white rice.

The next second, the nearest ghost pounced!

Its speed was more than ten times faster than before, and its translucent claws left a fierce afterimage in the air, aiming straight for Cheng Caijun's throat!

"Back off!"

With a wave of his hand, Lu Changsheng caused the clear light of the jade pendant to transform into an arc-shaped barrier in his soul form, which forcefully repelled the dead soul!

However, this was only the beginning; more souls began to stir.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

It was as if the barrier wasn't a deterrent, but a provocation. More souls stirred.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Those ghosts that were originally just circling the courtyard wall and desperately trying to squeeze inside, now turned around like a swarm of sharks that smelled blood, and surged towards Cheng Caijun in an overwhelming manner!

"Why are they only chasing me?!" Cheng Caijun was so terrified that his very soul seemed to emanate from him, desperately trying to hide behind Lu Changsheng. "I don't owe them any money!"

Lu Changsheng did not answer, because he was also searching for the answer.

He noticed that the spirits of the dead seemed to completely ignore him, even though he was right next to them.

A few of them even kept their distance when they flew past Lu Changsheng, as if there was something about him that made them wary.

"They're here to eat me?!" Cheng Caijun finally realized what was happening, his voice cracking. "My soul smells better than everyone else's, right?!"

"You have a 25% luck bonus!"

Their souls raced wildly.

"Where the hell is this luck?!"

Cheng Caijun gritted his teeth, but fortunately, both of their souls moved very quickly, swiftly passing over the dead souls. In just a few breaths, their souls had drifted to the vicinity of the huge ancient locust tree at the village entrance.

At this moment, the ancient locust tree appears particularly menacing in the night.

The cracks on the tree trunk resembled a distorted human face, and the hanging red ribbons danced wildly in the windless night, like countless struggling arms.

Lu Changsheng and Cheng Caijun's souls slowly descended to the ground and stood under the ancient locust tree.

And there, someone was already waiting.

It was the same honest and simple villager who bumped into Lu Changsheng near the canteen during the day and slipped him a note!

He was still wearing that coarse cloth outfit stained with mud, his skin was dark, and his appearance was ordinary.

He raised his head and looked precisely at the location where Lu Changsheng and Cheng Caijun's souls were.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Cheng."

When he spoke, his voice was no longer the vague and fearful one he had during the day, but became straight and deep.

"It was out of sheer desperation to invite you two here in this way, as the risk of you coming in person would be too great."

Lu Changsheng's spirit stared at him, without responding immediately.

The other party was able to forcibly capture their souls using bizarre and unpredictable methods, making them no ordinary villagers.

"Who are you?"

Lu Changsheng stared at him.

The villager from Dunshi twitched the corners of his mouth, as if trying to force a smile, but it was extremely stiff.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that I know what you want to know—the 'truth' about this village."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Lu Changsheng asked in a deep voice, "Or rather, what do you want to exchange with us?"

"I want one thing from Park Bo-soo, anything, even a single hair."

These words, spoken casually, sent chills down Lu Changsheng's spine.

"What do you need his hair for?"

The villager from Dunshi did not answer immediately. He looked up, and the frantically waving red ribbons on the ancient locust tree cast dappled shadows on his face.

"That's not important either. I'll give you the information you want." The sturdy villager's eyes were strange, and his next words, spoken slowly and deliberately, sent chills down the spines of Lu Changsheng and Cheng Caijun.

"Lu Changsheng and...Mr. Cheng Caijun?"

Lu Changsheng felt that his entire soul was not in good condition.

Rule 1: Do not respond when called by full name, but you must respond when called by nickname.

Rule 7. Don't tell anyone your real name.

These two rules are ironclad, and Lu Changsheng never felt that he had violated them. However, upon suddenly hearing his real name from this villager, it would be a lie to say that Lu Changsheng was not surprised.

But he didn't say anything, he just calmly looked at the seemingly honest and kind villagers in front of him.

The villagers of Dunshi looked at him, his cloudy eyes shifting slightly in the shadow of the ancient locust tree.

Then he laughed.

"No wonder he's lived so long, he's really cautious."

He shrugged indifferently at Lu Changsheng.

"Alright, to show my sincerity, I'll give you another hint. If you've figured it out, just leave your food in the cafeteria tomorrow. I believe it won't be too difficult for you."

Lu Changsheng's face remained expressionless.

But in her mind, she was quickly making plans.

It was no accident that I was able to find out their real names.

He probably wasn't too surprised that the villagers knew An Zhiyu's name.

Because Anzhiyu is so famous, these players probably all have a detailed understanding of Anzhiyu.

However, he and Cheng Caijun were two relatively unknown individuals who had only been selected for the game a month ago, and these people could not possibly understand them.

Unless... there is some external prompting.

However, at present, the most likely candidate is Ivan. The conversation between Ivan and the shaman that Park Bo-soo saw during the day is completely consistent, but we cannot rule out the possibility that someone else is interfering.

"it is good."

Lu Changsheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He wanted to know what this man was really up to.

"You'll see if you just go to the village entrance now."

The villager, who looked rather sturdy, had a strange smile, tinged with envy.

Lu Changsheng raised an eyebrow.

Village entrance?

Isn't this the place Emily said she wanted to explore alone during the day?

His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

The two nodded to the sturdy villager, then swiftly floated to the village entrance.

Village entrance.

This was the first time Lu Changsheng had come to the village entrance since entering the village.

Looking into the distance, the area outside the village was shrouded in white fog, so thick that nothing could be seen.

"Brother Lu... this fog..."

Cheng Caijun's voice was strained.

Lu Changsheng did not answer.

His gaze fell on the entrance to the village.

There was a person huddled there.

Red hair.

Emily.

She lay on the muddy ground, her head drooping limply to one side, her arms outstretched, like a bird nailed to a cross.

The mist had already reached up to her waist.

Lu Changsheng floated over.

The fingers of a spirit cannot touch a physical body.

He hovered three inches above Emily's nose, sensing the extremely faint, almost imperceptible flow of her breath.

still alive.

Cheng Caijun then saw it clearly—

Emily was covered in wounds.

This is no ordinary injury.

It's a burn.

From fingertips to forearms, from collar to chin, large patches of charred, curled skin were covered with an abnormal dark red edge, and in some places, pale yellow tissue fluid was oozing out.