The fatty couldn't see, but he could hear a chilling sound, like someone scraping hard with a spoon, followed by a brief struggle and the sound of kicking.

It was easy to imagine the inhuman torment Gao Yanqing, who was entangled with him, was suffering. But the fatty couldn't understand how he was gritting his teeth and not crying out.

The sound came and went quickly. As the eerie cold air nearby disappeared, the fatty was sure that the old man blocking the way had left. He groped forward for a while before daring to open his eyes.

Sure enough, the eye-gouging old man had vanished. But at that moment, Gao Yanqing revealed his form. Even though he had prepared himself mentally, the fatty's heart still clenched when he saw Gao Yanqing.

Gao Yanqing's upper and lower body were clearly disjointed, with a huge wound severing him at the waist. He was temporarily pieced back together, but purplish-blue intestines dragged on the ground. Vaguely visible through the wound were his internal organs. But what the fatty focused on most was Gao Yanqing's face. His eyeballs had been gouged out, leaving two bloody holes. His mouth had been slit open with a sharp object, exposing his hideous oral cavity. His tongue had even disappeared.

No wonder he hadn't heard any screams earlier. The fatty finally understood why.

Although Gao Yanqing had no eyes, the fatty could sense that his hostility toward him was even deeper. And slowly, the fatty also noticed that Gao Yanqing was changing. He wasn't limited to following behind him anymore. Instead, he was completely imitating his movements. When he walked forward, Gao Yanqing followed. When he stopped, Gao Yanqing stopped too.

The fatty held the lantern in one hand and the incense in the other. Gao Yanqing also stretched out his arm and made the same movements, even though he had nothing in his hand.

A slightly mischievous thought popped into his head. The fatty jumped in place, and almost simultaneously, Gao Yanqing also jumped. This scared the fatty badly. Gao Yanqing's waist split open, and even more of his internal organs and intestines spilled out.

The fatty suddenly had a bad feeling. He suspected that Gao Yanqing had a deeper intention. He was constantly imitating him, perhaps... perhaps he ultimately wanted to become him.

As soon as this thought appeared, it firmly occupied the fatty's mind. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. He had to get rid of Gao Yanqing as soon as possible. He raised his head and looked forward, but the bridge seemed to stretch endlessly into the mist.

But he didn't have much time left. Now, the second incense stick had burned away more than half. According to the original plan, he had to send Gao Yanqing to the other side of the bridge and then return the way he came. But he had already wasted too much time on the road. If things continued like this, even if he could complete the task, he wouldn't have enough time to return.

In any case, the ultimate goal was to get rid of Gao Yanqing. So sending him across the bridge or finding a way to get rid of him could both achieve the goal. And after what had just happened, the fatty was even more determined to kill him.

He had already had the idea, now it was just a matter of how to implement it. The first thing the fatty thought of was to find another roadblock ghost and then use the rules set by the ghost to get rid of Gao Yanqing.

But then he hesitated. The risk involved was relatively high. After all, he was a human, and Gao Yanqing was a ghost. It seemed like he was the one who was most vulnerable to attack.

His anxious gaze darted around. Suddenly, he noticed the guardrail on the side of the bridge. It wasn't because there was anything strange about the guardrail, but because he thought of the dried-up ghost.

The dried-up ghost's figure, hanging upside down on the guardrail, instantly attracted the fatty's attention. He was thinking about a possibility. Since Gao Yanqing was imitating his movements, could he also hang upside down under the bridge like the dried-up ghost, and then find a chance to knock Gao Yanqing down?

The fatty was a man of action. He quickly came to the side of the bridge and, with great agility, hooked his feet around the guardrail, hanging upside down under the bridge.

Below the bridge was a hazy darkness. He could only hear the sound of flowing water, but it was far away. It was easy to imagine how high the bridge was.

Gao Yanqing followed suit, his posture completely the same as the fatty's.

Looking at Gao Yanqing hanging upside down beside him, the fatty began his plan. He first slowly loosened one foot, using his amazing control over his body to hang himself under the bridge with only one foot.

As the fatty thought, Gao Yanqing's body was like a broken bag. It would be difficult for him to do this. The greater likelihood was that he would fall straight down.

But unfortunately, although it was far from easy for Gao Yanqing to do this, he did it. He carefully moved his body, and finally his posture was the same as the fatty's.

After doing all this, Gao Yanqing even turned his head and aimed his two bloody holes at the fatty. A gusting sound came from his broken mouth, and the mockery was self-evident.

The fatty took a deep breath, using that foot as a fulcrum, and began to swing his entire body in the air, like swinging on a swing.

This difficult movement didn't stump Gao Yanqing either. He followed suit, and the amplitude of his swing was even more exaggerated than the fatty's. Just as the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, Gao Yanqing's mouth widened even more, until a fist as big as a sandbag slammed into his face.

Gao Yanqing's foot slipped, and he fell off the bridge, the whole person spinning and falling into the boundless darkness below.

The fatty nimbly got up and returned to the bridge. After doing all this, he felt much more comfortable all over. He had been gathering strength for that punch for a long time, and finally didn't miss.

But the commotion just now was too great, and may have attracted the attention of some things. In the surrounding mist, there were faint shadows, and it seemed that something was approaching.

And there was more than one.

The fatty immediately ran back the way he had come. The second soul-leading incense stick was also burning away little by little. He replaced it with the third, and last, stick.

Fortunately, there were no more disturbances on the road this time. When there was only half of the last incense stick left, he finally saw a glimmer of light. Although the light was faint, it gave people a warm feeling, a hope for life.

After running closer, the fatty noticed that the light was coming from a crack. It was a door, and the sound of people talking could be faintly heard from inside.

The fatty immediately recognized the doctor's voice, as well as Yao Shunyu's.

Along with the pushing open of the door, a familiar scene came into view. The Jiangcheng group was sitting around the table, waiting anxiously, and the fatty's appearance clearly surprised everyone.

Only then did the fatty notice that he had actually pushed the door open from the outside, not from the paper bridge.

At the same time, the paper bridge inside the room had also disappeared.

Looking at the fatty who came in from outside the door, everyone's faces changed. They immediately retreated and stared at him from afar, without saying a word. The fatty explained for a long time before everyone lowered their guard.

"How did you come back from outside the door?"

Pouring a cup of hot tea for the fatty, Jiangcheng handed it to him to warm himself up. After staying in another world for so long, the fatty's whole body was almost frozen.