"Very likely." Huai Yi nodded vigorously, increasingly feeling that Shang Mo, the old thing, was not a good person.

But then, they saw Shang Mo's tent door suddenly open, and a tall figure emerged from inside—Zi Gui, whom none of them had expected.

"Is that Zi Gui?" Fatty asked, puzzled. "What was she doing in Shang Mo's tent?"

Suddenly, everyone felt like they were being kept in the dark, and instinctively thought that there might be a very strange connection between Zi Gui and Shang Mo, which immediately made the three of them wary.

Jiang Cheng also noticed that Zi Gui was carrying a cloth bag in her hand.

After Zi Gui came out, because the distance was not far, she almost immediately noticed Jiang Cheng and the others looking at her. The moment their eyes met, Zi Gui paused, and then immediately walked towards them.

"Mr. Jiang," Zi Gui said as she approached, suppressing her fluctuating tone and looking very serious, "I have something to discuss with you."

Fatty and Huai Yi didn't look at the woman kindly, and the latter could feel it.

"Go ahead, Miss Zi Gui," Jiang Cheng said with the same expression and tone, showing no sign of anything unusual.

"I don't want to talk here, let's... let's go further away," Zi Gui said. "The matter we need to discuss is quite important, and I need your help."

As she spoke, Zi Gui gestured to the bag in her hand. Jiang Cheng and the others had seen it before; it belonged to Shang Mo and contained photos and notes related to his grandson's case.

"Isn't there something you can't say here?" Jiang Cheng asked with a smile. "And Miss Zi Gui, you trust us too much. Instead of discussing important matters with your friends, you come to us. Aren't you afraid we're bad people?"

"Bad people aren't scary, but you have enough ability," Zi Gui said frankly. "I need your help."

Zi Gui wanted Jiang Cheng and the others to go near the rock where Chan Li's body was found, but Jiang Cheng refused. In the end, they compromised and came to a snow slope less than a hundred meters away from the camp.

Zi Gui took out her phone, seemingly to send a message, but Jiang Cheng stopped her with a smile. "Miss Zi Gui is worried that your teammates can't find you and are worried? I can help you send it." He was very polite.

At Zi Gui's request, Jiang Cheng used her phone to send a message to Gongsun Zhiruo, telling him that she and Jiang Cheng's group were nearby, very close to the camp, and that he shouldn't worry.

After putting away her phone, Zi Gui looked up, took a deep breath, and explained, "Let's be clear, I suspect Shang Mo has a problem. The purpose of him bringing us to climb the mountain is probably not as simple as he said."

"So you went into his tent alone?" Jiang Cheng asked without batting an eye.

"My purpose is this." Zi Gui raised the cloth bag in her hand as if in a huff.

"How did you get this thing?" Huai Yi grasped the crux of the matter. He remembered that someone had previously offered to help Shang Mo carry his backpack and had also offered to help him keep the bag of information, but Shang Mo had refused, saying that the contents concerned the truth of his grandson's case and he only felt safe carrying it himself.

Hearing this, Zi Gui's expression paused, and her voice suddenly became cold and strange. "Like... this."

In an instant, Zi Gui's eyes became dull. As her thin lips opened and closed, it was as if countless butterflies were emerging from her mouth, and an unusual aura spread out.

Huai Yi's eyes momentarily lost focus, as if Zi Gui's words had a magical power, guiding him to do certain things. However, soon he shivered and his mind cleared.

"You..." The moment he regained consciousness, Huai Yi struck an offensive pose.

"Indeed." Zi Gui nodded, as if she hadn't misjudged them, and said to Jiang Cheng and the others in a low voice, "You... you are all people with that kind of ability."

Fatty blinked, realizing, "You're a Disciple? Your ability..."

"Control." Zi Gui raised her head and said frankly, "I can briefly control one or several people, guiding them to do certain things through my voice, but as you can see, my ability has little effect on Mr. Huai, and no effect at all on Mr. Jiang and Mr. Wang. The effect varies from person to person."

Huai Yi, who had come back to his senses, suddenly felt a little ashamed, feeling like he was singled out by the head teacher at school for dragging the class down.

But when he thought that Jiang-ge and Rich-ge were among the top masters in Deep Red, he straightened up again, and a sense of pride arose in his heart.

"You used your ability to control Shang Mo and made him hand over the things," Jiang Cheng said. "You must have done more than that. You also asked some questions, right?"

"Yes," Zi Gui admitted. "But his answer was the same as before, and I didn't see anything wrong. I didn't dare continue for too long, or he would suspect me."

Looking at the weak woman in front of him, Huai Yi exclaimed that he had been blind. He hadn't expected her to be a Disciple, and with such a special ability.

But now that he thought about it, it made sense. After all, these people had survived two missions. This was their third, and it would be difficult to survive until now without something to fall back on.

Especially since they were leading a group of undergraduates.

Zi Gui looked at the three of them, especially Jiang Cheng and Fatty, and asked in a rather strange tone, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang, you are also... also Disciples, right? And much stronger than me."

"That's right!" Fatty pretended to be very powerful and confident. "I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas, or you'll hurt yourself and others!"

Zi Gui was stunned for a moment, clearly flustered. "No, Mr. Wang, don't misunderstand. I came to you to investigate whether there is a problem with Shang Mo, and most importantly, what happened to his grandson."

"After all, we've only heard about his grandson's affairs, and the source of information is very limited—only Shang Mo. We need to know more about his grandson's situation," Zi Gui said, her thoughts very clear.

"But these notes and photos were prepared by Shang Mo. The credibility..." Huai Yi said, following her train of thought.

"I found several numbers in these notes and photos. I suspect they are the police officers who handled the case and the people who provided clues around the crime scene," Zi Gui said. "I can call them."

"Can your ability be used over the phone?" Jiang Cheng asked, slightly surprised.

Zi Gui nodded affirmatively, put down the cloth bag, and took out a notebook from it. "Yes, I've tried it before, but it will over-consume my energy, so during this time, I need you, Mr. Jiang, to protect me. If I'm exhausted, I'll also need you to take me back to the camp."

Seeming not wanting to waste time, Zi Gui said it very directly.

"Okay, if you faint, I'll carry you back," Jiang Cheng said after thinking for a moment, making a solemn promise.