He saw a pair of feet, insteps stretched straight, swaying slightly.

A pair of small women's feet.

Zhou Qing opened his mouth wide, his pupils trembling. He stared at the faint flame on the fire starter, a strange stench entering his nostrils, and that flame... was actually tinged with an eerie blue.

Rhino horn!

The fire starter was mixed with rhino horn!!

Never before had Zhou Qing's brain worked so fast. In that instant, he understood many things, but it was too late. Instinctively turning around, he wanted to escape, even though the chance of escape was almost non-existent, he still had to try!

The moment he turned around, the scene before him made him completely give up. The paper figures above his head had all disappeared, leaving only empty rope loops, still swaying slightly in the air.

And Zhou Qing's gaze was fixed on the door. In front of the door, there were a dozen, or even more, paper figures crowded together. They were smiling eerily, shoulder to shoulder, completely blocking the exit.

And in the very center of the paper figures was a middle-aged woman standing on tiptoes, with a long tongue lolling out.

The woman's exposed neck had a ring of dark purple strangulation marks, and she was now tilting her head, smiling at Zhou Qing, her almost entirely white eyes frighteningly empty.

The next second, before Zhou Qing could react, a group of paper figures swarmed forward, grabbed Zhou Qing's head, stuffed it into the empty rope loop, and hanged him from the roof beam.

The fire starter fell to the ground, still burning. Zhou Qing's shadow swayed with the swaying corpse, and the house echoed with the unbearable creaking of the rope.

…

After waiting for a long time, the sky was already faintly bright, but no clapper sound was heard.

Du Moyu was relieved.

Everything before had been speculation, and he wasn't sure how much of what Jiang Cheng said was true and how much was false, but judging from the result, Zhou Qing was dead.

Even with Zhang Junyu and A Biao helping him, Zhou Qing still died.

Contrary to what he had imagined, Du Moyu didn't feel much joy at this moment, because he knew that the real crisis had just begun. After all, Yu Chengmu and A Biao were still alive.

He turned slightly, using his peripheral vision to look at Jiang Cheng.

The latter was lying on his side on the bed with his back to him, his body rising and falling slightly, as if he were sleeping soundly.

That was only an appearance.

This kind of person would never fall asleep peacefully at this time. He was very wary, otherwise he wouldn't have survived until now. But Du Moyu felt that this was right. They needed a strong ally.

Now, counting Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui, they had 5 people, while Yu Chengmu and Jia Jinliang had 4. Even if the latter party had rich experience, the outcome was still uncertain.

He was already guessing what kind of extraordinary figure the seemingly simple and honest Wang Fugui was.

"Achoo!" Jiang Cheng suddenly sneezed.

Du Moyu, who was deep in thought, was startled. After he came back to his senses, Jiang Cheng had already wrapped himself tighter in the quilt and sat up, looking out the window, shaking his shoulders, and saying, "I had a good sleep. By the way, did you hear the clapper sound?"

"No," Du Moyu replied cautiously. "Brother Jiang, you single-handedly exposed the conspiracy set up by A Biao and the other two, and even killed Zhou Qing. You are a true hero!"

"Just say they tried to trick me but got screwed instead. No need for so much flattery," Jiang Cheng said, his tone devoid of any emotion.

The series of compliments Du Moyu had prepared all got stuck in his throat, and the scene became a bit awkward.

"Let's get ready. If there's a chance later, I want to take a look at Zhou Qing's corpse," Jiang Cheng stretched his neck a little. He wasn't used to the wooden pillow here, and it was a bit uncomfortable.

"Okay, okay."

…

While everything was calm and peaceful on Jiang Cheng's side, Zhang Junyu and A Biao didn't sleep a wink all night.

A Biao sat in a chair with a gloomy face, holding a teacup in his hand.

And Zhang Junyu had been pacing back and forth several times, occasionally standing behind the door for a while, looking towards the main door through the crack in the door.

"Stop thinking about it. There was no clapper sound. Zhou Qing is dead," A Biao's voice was cold and emotionless. He didn't have much affection for Zhou Qing, but they were in the same boat.

Zhang Junyu glared fiercely at Jiang Cheng's room, squeezing out the words from between his teeth: "It was that kid Jiang Cheng who killed Zhou Qing! Otherwise, with the clues explored to this extent, Zhou Qing wouldn't be an idiot and wouldn't have had any problems!"

"Could it be your trap..." Zhang Junyu turned to look at A Biao, his tone carrying a hint of doubt.

But the next second, Zhang Junyu shut up.

A Biao put the teacup on the table, turned his head and stared at him, "Are you questioning me?"

"I... I just can't figure it out," Zhang Junyu unnaturally avoided his gaze.

A Biao naturally wouldn't argue with Zhang Junyu over such a thing. He just couldn't control the killing intent in his heart. After all, the door on his body was also on the verge of collapse.

After a while, when his emotions calmed down a bit, A Biao took a deep breath, and his attitude towards Zhang Junyu returned to normal. "I will give Master Yu an explanation for Zhou Qing's matter. This Jiang Cheng is not simple. You can't deal with him. Leave it to me. I will take care of it."

Seeing that there was a way out, Zhang Junyu naturally nodded, "Okay."

The sky finally brightened.

But contrary to what one might expect, the communication between Jiang Cheng, Du Moyu, A Biao, and Zhang Junyu after they walked out of their rooms was very harmonious. Jiang Cheng, in particular, kept comforting Zhang Junyu and A Biao, and even expressed his remembrance of Brother Zhou Qing in front of them.

"Fate is fickle," Jiang Cheng couldn't help but exhale a long breath. After hesitating for a moment, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten. "You tell me, Brother Zhou Qing, such a good person. After I saw him last night, I repeatedly warned him, telling him all the conspiracies and schemes in the house, but who knew he... alas, such a thing would happen in the end."

Zhang Junyu said with a fake smile, "It's good that Brother Jiang has the heart. I think Zhou Qing's spirit in heaven will also bless Brother Jiang so that you won't die in this mission." He deliberately emphasized the word "die."

Jiang Cheng pretended not to hear it and sighed, "I know Brother Zhou's spirit in heaven is also well-intentioned, but it's useless. He's already dead himself, so what can you expect from him?"

Du Moyu increasingly felt that Jiang Cheng was talented and spoke well. He secretly remembered everything Jiang Cheng said, intending to use it when he wrote a book after he got out.

"Du Moyu!"

A voice came from outside the door. A few seconds later, Lei Mingyu, Fatty, Yu Chengmu, and the others all arrived. When Zhang Hao and Lei Mingyu saw Du Moyu, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Lei Mingyu turned his head and smiled at Zhang Hao without any concealment, "How about it? What did I tell you? This kid Du Moyu is full of tricks. It's not that easy to trick him to death!"

Some were happy while others were sad. Yu Chengmu didn't see Zhou Qing's figure and immediately understood what was going on. Last night, they all heard the clapper sound, which stopped after the fourth strike.

Obviously, someone had died.