"Doctor..."

"Don't talk!"

Taking Fatty, Jiang Cheng quickly left the Sutra Depository and found a secluded spot. Jiang Cheng opened his phone to view the recording.

In principle, Jiang Cheng did not believe what these monks said. Everything about this Precept Holding Monastery felt off.

As the recording played, Jiang Cheng and Fatty's expressions gradually changed. Jiang Cheng had prepared himself to see some extremely terrifying scenes.

For example, hideous demons draped in monks' robes, or perhaps nothing at all, those ghostly things hiding on the ceiling or something, but the result was quite surprising.

The Sutra Depository was just that, a Sutra Depository. Inside the building, there were many tall wooden shelves filled with scriptures. Not far behind them, several monks sat cross-legged.

Although the filming was not very clear due to the light and angle, it was still possible to see these monks with their heads lowered, the incense candles nearby reflecting on half of their faces.

All of these people were old, with abnormally withered faces. If it weren't for the sound of the wooden fish, Jiang Cheng would have even suspected that these people were already dead.

But what really caught his attention were the monks' eye sockets.

They had no eyes, just like the old monk outside. Their eye sockets were empty. The old monk in the middle, facing their backs, opened and closed his mouth, and the sound came from there.

Clearly, this old monk was the abbot of the Precept Holding Monastery.

"Are they really all blind?" Fatty stared at the screen, able to feel the monks' peace and tranquility even through the screen. It was a very rare state of mind.

Putting away his phone, Jiang Cheng also fell into thought. He couldn't be sure whether the tattoo on Monk Huicong's back belonged to the Buddhist or Daoist school. Moreover, there was also a second-generation Deep Red hiding among Song Tianming and the others.

Just as the two were about to get up, Jiang Cheng's phone suddenly vibrated.

Seeing the number on the screen, Fatty's eyes lit up. "It's Yao Shunyu!"

The call was quickly connected, and after hearing Yao Shunyu's slightly tired voice, the heart that Jiang Cheng had been holding finally settled down.

Without wasting words, Yao Shunyu quickly told Jiang Cheng about his experiences last night, focusing on the important details.

Jiang Cheng's judgment was consistent with Yao Shunyu and Li Bai's. The dead Li Maochun was the second-generation Deep Red.

"By the way, write this down. We found some more clues that you should be able to use tonight."

"Knock your head before the demon, scrape gold from the Buddha's face..." Yao Shunyu fell into deep thought after hearing this clue.

"Is there something wrong?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"No, it's just this clue..." Yao Shunyu paused. "Let me tell you about our situation here. Just now, someone from Blackwater Village came to inform us about the upcoming Life-Bestowing Ritual tonight. There are two tasks. The first is to offer incense to the Buddha enshrined in the village's old temple, and then use a knife to scrape the gold powder from the Buddha statue's face. The village needs the gold powder to bring good luck to the newborns."

"The second task is to go to the Ni Ren Zhang's (Clay Figure Zhang) house at the entrance of the village. There's a cellar in her house, and a clay statue of the Life-Bestowing Goddess is enshrined in the cellar. We need to go and kowtow to the Life-Bestowing Goddess, because outsiders are allowed to participate in Blackwater Village's Life-Bestowing Festival, which is an act of kindness from the Life-Bestowing Goddess."

"It's strange. The clues you got this time don't seem to be very helpful. Feng shui... are we supposed to pay attention to the feng shui of these two task locations?"

Yao Shunyu felt that there seemed to be a problem here. After all, the so-called feng shui is a metaphysical concept, which doesn't really count as a clue.

"Tell me about the clues you got," Jiang Cheng asked.

"Here's the thing. Today, the people from Blackwater Village came to bring us clothes. These clothes belonged to Li Maochun. They said the village chief found them. We found a note in the pocket."

"The note was torn from a complete piece of paper, the kind of medical record paper used in hospitals. It's still the child's handwriting, but this time the handwriting is messier. I can only recognize a small part of it."

"Nanny, black raincoat, be careful, cloth doll."

"Oh, and there's half a bloody handprint on the back of the paper. The handprint is small, it's the right hand, and it only has four fingers, no middle finger."

Jiang Cheng remembered that the last time Yao Shunyu and Li Bai found clues left by this child, the incomplete bloody handprint, the handwriting, and the medical record paper all matched.

"This child is very important. If possible, try to get Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie to find this child," Yao Shunyu kindly reminded.

"Okay."

"One more thing, we..." Yao Shunyu suddenly lowered his voice, as if worried about being overheard, "We seem to have found the last Deep Red among us."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. "Who is it? What flaw did they reveal?"

"It's a man. You know that all of us except Li Bai are men, but this man is the oldest among us, probably in his early 50s."

Yao Shunyu's words made Jiang Cheng quite confused. "So old?"

In Jiang Cheng's impression, the second-generation Deep Reds were generally younger, after all, they were too heavily eroded, and their lifespans were generally not very long.

"Yeah, his surname is Zhang, his name is Zhang Yuanchao. He claims to be the guide for the others in the team, but in our words, he's a tour guide, taking those students to find beautiful scenery in the mountains to paint."

"I didn't pay attention at first. Li Bai told me that there was something wrong with this Zhang Yuanchao. This person often peeks at Li Bai."

"Not in a lecherous way, no one has that kind of mind in this place, but just a very strange look. Li Bai has noticed it more than once."

"Are there any other problems besides that?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Yao Shunyu recalled for a moment, "No, at least not yet."

Second-generation Deep Reds are generally young, but that doesn't mean everyone is like that. Jiang Cheng suspected that he had entered a misunderstanding.

"Be careful in everything, and contact me in time if there are any new developments."

"Okay, you too."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Cheng and Fatty discussed the various possibilities of who among Song Tianming and the others was the second-generation Deep Red. Perhaps he was too afraid of being tricked, Fatty insisted that it was either Song Tianming or the old man who initially pretended to be the head of the family. There was probably something wrong with one of these two, after all, he had seen too many kind-looking, scheming old guys. Yu Chengmu back then, and later Luo Tianhe, weren't they all seemingly high-minded figures, but in the end, what happened? They were still black-hearted to the extreme.

While complaining, Jiang Cheng's phone suddenly vibrated again. After answering, there was a moment of silence on the other end, and then Tang Qisheng's nearly desperate, hoarse voice rang out, "Brother Jiang, I... I'm sorry to you guys!"