Although Lin Zhao was cold all over, he hadn't lost the composure a Jianghu (martial world) person should have.

　　Lin Zhao's figure only paused for a second before he shot out without warning. While in mid-air, he suddenly turned around, his claws like hooks grabbing towards the face of the person behind him.

　　Before Lin Zhao's sharp, knife-like claws could touch Ye Yang, he saw the other party curl his finger and flick it towards Lin Zhao's forehead with a "pah."

　　Lin Zhao was immediately flicked backward and fell to the ground.

　　Ye Yang looked down at Lin Zhao with drooping eyelids: "Did you get infected by that stupid dog?"

　　Lin Zhao covered his forehead, his eyes widened as he looked at Ye Yang: "How did I just see your feet not touching the ground?"

　　"Paranoid!" Ye Yang didn't know if he was explaining or complaining about Lin Zhao.

　　Lin Zhao suddenly woke up. Xia Mengying had said that the Confucian secret art "Yi Shen Yi Gui" (Suspicious and Paranoid) had been set up in the community. If the other party could use secret arts in the community, couldn't they repeat the same trick in Number 44?

　　Ye Yang walked around Lin Zhao and sat down in front of the computer, typing a sentence in the document: "I want to know the truth about Number 44."

　　Words quickly appeared below the document, looking as if someone was sitting in front of the computer, typing quickly. However, the whole house was silent.

　　Ye Yang quietly watched the words on the screen:

　　My name is Qin Yong. I am an online author and a paranormal livestreamer.

　　When you see this text, I can be sure that you have indeed entered Number 44.

　　I have already died in this building, but I died unwillingly.

　　When I was locked in the room, I watched my team die one by one in the community, but I was powerless.

　　If you have the ability to crack the secret of the community, I hope you can end the strange tales here.

　　If you can promise me, I will tell you the whole truth.

　　I need your reply.

　　The document stopped abruptly there.

　　Ye Yang raised his hand to press the keyboard, but Lin Zhao grabbed Ye Yang's wrist first: "Don't move! This is a ghost and god contract. If you answer yes, we will have signed the contract."

　　"We can find the truth here ourselves!"

　　"Don't be impulsive!"

　　Ye Yang gently broke free from Lin Zhao's palm and typed a word in the document—"Scram!"

　　The computer trembled, as if the ghost hidden inside was trembling with anger, and might break through the screen at any time and attack.

　　Ye Yang sneered and typed "Stop pretending!" in the document.

　　As soon as these two words came out, the screen went black, as if someone had pulled the power cord.

　　Lin Zhao asked, "Ye Yang, what are you doing?"

　　Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "We've been fooled. The so-called ghosts and gods in this community should all be one person! Or, he has some way to gather a large number of ghosts and gods, occupy the community, and help him train Confucian disciples."

　　Lin Zhao said, "I don't understand what you mean!"

　　Ye Yang asked, "I ask you: what is the core idea of Confucianism?"

　　"Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and trustworthiness." Lin Zhao thought for a while and then said, "And forgiveness, loyalty, filial piety, and brotherly love."

　　"Yes!" Ye Yang nodded, "Although Shanglin Community is the lair of rebellious Confucians, rebellious Confucians are still Confucians, and their ideas cannot be separated from Confucianism. It's just that they have taken these things to extremes or gone down the wrong path. Just like this Number 44."

　　Ye Yang said, "The trap in Number 44 is 'trust'."

　　"Trust is an attitude of honesty and consistency in words and deeds. It can also be simply understood as credit."

　　"When we signed the contract at the property management office, it was actually a kind of contract. Sticking to it for seven days is our keeping our word."

　　Lin Zhao said in shock, "You mean: the killing move of Number 44 is not in this room, but outside the room."

　　"As long as we leave the house, we will be breaking our promise and will be hunted down by ghosts and gods?"

　　Ye Yang said, "That's what I mean!"

　　"Since we entered Number 44, although strange things have happened one after another, none of them can take our lives."

　　"This shows that the arrangement here is not aimed at warlocks, but at ordinary people."

　　"If a few clueless ordinary people moved into Number 44, I'm afraid they wouldn't last even an hour before they fled in panic."

　　"This is why no one has ever walked out of Number 44 alive!"

　　Lin Zhao thought carefully for a while: "Yes! The information Chen Shuyu sent me is different from the actual situation. No, it's not that the information is inaccurate, it's that the other party is doing it on purpose, they want to gradually deepen our fear of Number 44."

　　"Sealed rooms, taken-away furniture, a house surrounded by haunted houses. Good story, good calculation!"

　　Ye Yang smiled and pointed to the computer: "That so-called tenant Qin Yong doesn't actually exist. He is just a medium to force us to leave Number 44."

　　"Every time he appears, he has to introduce his identity once, just to deepen our impression of him. And also to make us believe his story even more!"

　　Ye Yang's voice sank: "I think his next target is not only us, but also Stupid Dog!"