After the head separated from the body, the eerie atmosphere pervading the sculpture hall abruptly dissipated, and the torso statue became a headless sculpture, utterly lifeless.

Tossing the head aside, Jiang Cheng seemed to lose all strength, swaying before collapsing to the ground.

When he awoke, he was back in his dorm bed. Opening his eyes, he saw Huai Yi's face.

Huai Yi sat by the bed, looking as if he'd suffered a great grievance.

Scanning the room, Fatty and Wang Qi were nowhere to be seen.

"Jiang-ge." Huai Yi noticed Jiang Cheng open his eyes and stood up excitedly. "You're finally awake. I was so worried..."

"Them, where are they?" Jiang Cheng interrupted.

Hearing this, Huai Yi's expression turned strange. He leaned closer to Jiang Cheng and whispered, "Jiang-ge, Fugui-ge was called out by Wang Qi, who said he wanted to talk to him. I wanted to follow and listen, but Wang Qi wouldn't let me."

"It's not that I'm afraid of him!" Huai Yi quickly explained. "It's just that you weren't awake, Jiang-ge, and I was worried about leaving you unattended."

"How long have they been gone?" Jiang Cheng supported himself to sit up.

"For a while now." Huai Yi recalled and nodded. "It must be more than half an hour."

"Wait for me here."

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to reach the door, it was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Wang Qi walked in, without Fatty.

Jiang Cheng stared at him and asked, "Where is he?"

"Next door," Wang Qi replied slowly, his gaze towards Jiang Cheng also filled with strangeness. "He's fine, don't worry. He just... needs some peace and quiet."

Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Qi's face, and after a moment, turned to Huai Yi and said, "Go to the next room and keep an eye on Wang Fugui. Don't come back unless I call you."

Huai Yi naturally sensed that something was wrong. He acknowledged the order and went next door.

After Huai Yi left, Wang Qi closed the door behind him.

The two stared at each other in silence until Wang Qi grinned, pointing to Jiang Cheng's shadow on the ground behind him. "That guy behind you... is very interesting."

Jiang Cheng naturally knew he was talking about Wu.

Not long ago in the sculpture hall, he had used Wu's power to forcefully break the half-body statue's neck.

This inexplicable scene had obviously not escaped Wang Qi's eyes.

Wu had awakened. He felt it after discovering Shen Mengyun's body—that strange throbbing.

That was why he had the confidence to gamble with the half-body statue.

After all, if he died, Wu would probably be stuck here with him forever.

But now was not the time to discuss this. He had many questions that needed answers from Wang Qi.

"Who exactly are you?" Jiang Cheng asked coldly. "And Wang Fugui, what is your relationship?"

Wang Qi walked over and sat down casually. Jiang Cheng also cooperated and sat opposite him.

"You've already guessed part of it, haven't you?" Wang Qi stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes and said calmly, "Like Shen Mengyun and the others, I'm already dead."

Although he had already suspected this, hearing it from Wang Qi's mouth was still unsettling.

Wang Qi bent his finger and tapped his head lightly. "I've forgotten a lot of things, especially the memories before I met you. That part of my memory seems to have been erased by a hand out of thin air."

"At first, I thought it was just my problem, but later..." Wang Qi paused, his expression becoming serious. "I discovered that Shen Mengyun, Gao Yan, and the others were the same as me."

"That bus that brought you here, I only have a vague impression of it. It's... very strange, no, it's very terrifying." Wang Qi seemed to fall into some painful memory, and veins began to appear on his forehead. "I can't remember the specifics, but I'm sure my death is related to that bus."

"It's not just me. Shen Mengyun, Gao Yan... they were all killed by this bus, or rather, by something on this bus."

"And the strange thing is, even after we die, we still can't leave. That bus is like a prison, trapping anyone who gets on it."

"Even in death, there is no escape."

"Inside there..." Wang Qi pursed his lips, trying to describe it. "It's like another world, a world shrouded in darkness and despair."

Jiang Cheng could vaguely sense some of the terror of that bus. As the person carrying the door to Wu, he had an indescribable connection with Wu.

It was also the first time he had smelled fear on Wu.

Moreover, according to his observations on the bus, there were more than just the old woman who gave them this mission.

If the word "curse" was used to describe the mission, then this strange bus was like an amalgamation of many curses.

Wang Qi's analysis also corroborated Jiang Cheng's guess from the side.

These were useful, but not what Jiang Cheng wanted to hear most. "You still haven't answered my question directly." Jiang Cheng asked, "Do you know Wang Fugui?"

Hearing this question, Wang Qi's gaze towards Jiang Cheng became strange again. His next sentence made Jiang Cheng's scalp tingle.

"I've not only seen Wang Fugui, but... I've also seen you," Wang Qi said slowly.

"Where?" Jiang Cheng pressed, suddenly feeling like he was touching the truth behind everything.

At the same time, his head began to ache again, as if something was preventing him from recalling that part of his memory.

He had always had a headache problem and was missing a part of his memory.

He couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.

"It was in a very large house. I can't remember the specifics." Wang Qi shook his head. "There were many people in the house. I remember the faces, but they weren't very clear."

"The house had me and Wang Fugui, right?" Jiang Cheng's sealed memories were being awakened little by little. He gritted his teeth, sweat appearing on his forehead, his head throbbing painfully.

"That's right, but you're different from all of us. I don't like you. None of us like you. Perhaps..." Wang Qi paused and pointed to the room next door. "Only he is an exception."

"Why?" Jiang Cheng pressed, knowing that even he couldn't last long in this state of excruciating pain.

"Because we were imprisoned there, and the reason we were imprisoned was because of you," Wang Qi said. "It was because of your existence that all the misfortune happened."

"You are the origin, and also the abyss." Wang Qi suddenly changed his tone, uttering a prophetic-sounding phrase.

"But I don't remember anything," Jiang Cheng insisted.

"I only remember these things. They're very strong, like they're engraved in my mind. Even if I wanted to forget them, I couldn't," Wang Qi replied. "But I can't explain them."

"What about Wang Fugui?"

Mentioning Wang Fugui, Wang Qi's tense expression relaxed, and the sharp, eagle-like eyes actually softened rarely.

"He's different from you. We all like him, respect him..." Wang Qi paused, looked up, and said, "He's like the other side of you, a completely different side."