As if frozen, an irresistible chill spread upwards from his legs, instantly engulfing his entire body, his blood vessels feeling as if they were filled with ice shards.

From left to right, Jiang Cheng moved his eyeballs slowly and laboriously, the extent of his ability.

Reflected in the bronze mirror, he saw a woman sitting in front of the dressing table.

Wearing a bright red opera costume, she tilted her head, combing her hair while humming opera tunes. More terrifying than the eerie opera singing were the woman's eyes.

Her eye sockets were completely black, with no white at all.

Her black hair was disheveled and constantly dripping water.

In her pale white hand, a broken comb scraped through her hair, the friction sound driving people mad.

But in front of the dressing table where the bronze mirror was placed... there was no one there.

"Drip."

"Drip."

...

The area beside the chair was wet, with countless droplets of water appearing out of nowhere, even forming a puddle on the ground.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

A wet sound rang out, as if something was treading on water. Jiang Cheng stared fixedly at the ground, where a series of footprints had actually appeared.

Along the dressing table, they were approaching him.

The footprints were small, pointed at the front and rounded at the back, very strange.

Embroidered shoes.

Because Jiang Cheng had already seen in the bronze mirror that the female ghost originally sitting in front of the dressing table had stood up, taking small, eerie steps towards him.

And on her feet, she was wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes.

On the side of the shoe, in a conspicuous position, a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water was embroidered with green and gold silk threads.

But at this moment, Jiang Cheng felt no sense of beauty at all.

The footprints got closer and closer, stopping just as they were about to reach him. The next second, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

"Doctor," Fatty's voice rang out, "let's go."

The icy feeling that had bound Jiang Cheng began to recede. He was almost dragged away by Fatty, stumbling down the stairs. Only after returning to the first floor did Jiang Cheng fully recover.

Fatty was also panting heavily, one hand pulling the doctor, the other tightly clutching something wrapped in red cloth.

It was quite large, seeming to have considerable volume, but it didn't seem too heavy.

In fact, Jiang Cheng had already guessed what was inside.

Seeing the doctor looking at him, Fatty lifted a corner of the red cloth, revealing... a phoenix coronet.

The phoenix coronet from the phoenix coronet and robes worn by wealthy women in ancient times when they married.

Round pearls were inlaid on it, reflecting a soft light in the dim light, and some small, delicate beads were strung with silver threads and inlaid side by side.

Thanks to the brilliant design, light seemed to flow on it, with no impurities in every detail.

On the right side of the phoenix coronet, in a very conspicuous position, several large pearls were arranged side by side, but one was missing in the middle.

Looking very abrupt.

Fatty took out the pearl from the little beggar's body from his pocket and compared it to the spot. It fit perfectly.

The next moment, the pearl was directly embedded back in its original position.

As expected.

This phoenix coronet was what the little beggar wanted to steal and give to Fatty, but he was discovered by Butler Zhou and others along the way.

In desperation, he only had time to take off a pearl as a hint.

Probably recalling the tragic death of the little beggar, Fatty's eyes flickered with angry flames. Jiang Cheng glanced at the location of the stairs, lowered his voice, and said, "Let's go."

The two climbed out through the previous window.

Seeing that Fatty had obtained the item, the others immediately headed towards the lakeside, but after only a few steps, An Xuan in the lead suddenly stopped.

The next second, Fatty suddenly felt that the man's temperament was different from before.

"Now that you're here, come out and meet us." He said to the bushes not far away.

After a moment, several torches suddenly lit up in the bushes, and then a group of people walked out, about a dozen of them, some holding wooden sticks and spears.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man with squinting eyes and a mustache.

It was Butler Zhou.

On his left stood a middle-aged woman, but the woman was dressed differently from before, in a short outfit, carrying a double-headed spear on her back.

Reflected in the torches, the sharp spearhead flowed with a cold light.

And when he saw the person on Butler Zhou's right, Fatty's eyes immediately widened and his breathing became rapid.

It was the black-faced man, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, sizing up the people in front of him with a fierce look.

Xia Meng, Jiang Cheng, and An Xuan didn't have any special reactions, but Chen Qiang was in trouble. Looking at Butler Zhou and others who were slowly approaching, his face turned ugly.

Xia Meng grabbed the phoenix coronet from Fatty's hand and stuffed it into Chen Qiang's hands, "You just need to protect the phoenix coronet, you don't have to worry about anything else."

Pursing his lips, Chen Qiang knew that now was not the time to be brave, and nodded, "Don't worry."

Jiang Cheng turned his head, stared at Chen Qiang, and said, "If you dare to run away, I guarantee you'll die even worse than You Qi."

"No... I won't."

An Xuan flicked his wrist, and a dagger reflecting a cold light was held in his hand. It seemed that You Qi had died under this dagger.

Jiang Cheng didn't see the weapon in Xia Meng's hand clearly, but it looked like wood, possibly a wooden hairpin. He had seen Xia Meng use similar weapons in the Small Stone Gulch mission last time.

The battle exploded in an instant. After Jiang Cheng dodged a sneak attack from a hidden spear, he grabbed the spear shaft with his backhand, pulled it hard, and directly stabbed the spearhead into the attacker's throat.

Then he twisted it hard, blood and foam spurted out, and after letting go, the attacker fell straight down, twitching a few times before stopping moving.

"Third Brother!" Another person holding a wooden stick roared, just as he was about to rush towards Jiang Cheng, a blade pierced out of his chest.

An Xuan expressionlessly pulled out the blade and continued to harvest the next life.

Unlike An Xuan's almost slaughtering method, Xia Meng was more gentle, relying on her agile movements to only stab her opponents' eyes.

A woman knelt on the ground, covering her eyes, wailing in pain, blood flowing from her fingers. Xia Meng may have been annoyed by the sound, frowned, and kicked her hard again.

But the person advancing the fastest was Fatty, his eyes red, crushing over like a human-shaped tank, roaring and bumping away anyone who tried to block him.

His goal was very clear, he directly pounced on the black-faced man, and the two fell to the ground and wrestled.

The middle-aged woman wanted to help, but the next second, a stone hit her head, causing her to bleed.

She looked up, just in time to see Chen Qiang, who was hiding behind a tree, poking out half of his body, raising his hand, leaning back, and preparing to drop another stone.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Chen Qiang pursed his lips, then obediently took back the stone in his hand and smiled apologetically at the middle-aged woman.