"Be careful at night," Jiang Cheng reminded them, "All of this is just speculation. It hasn't been confirmed, and there might be other variables."

Knowing that Jiang Cheng was taking the hit for him, Huai Yi's lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. Although Jiang Cheng comforted him, saying that he was fine, who could say for sure in a mission? Jiang Cheng was strong, but he was only human, not a god.

Since getting on this bus, his door had been suppressed. Judging from the previous missions, the guy in Jiang Cheng's door didn't seem to appear whenever he wanted.

Jiang Cheng patted Huai Yi's shoulder and, pretending to be relaxed, watched the fatty and Huai Yi enter their respective rooms. Then he turned around, took a deep breath, paused, and stepped into the room that originally belonged to Huai Yi.

The layout of the rooms on the second floor was similar. Jiang Cheng did a simple inspection and found nothing special except for the old clock hanging in front of the wardrobe.

In an inconspicuous corner, Jiang Cheng found a broken bag and found a few burned white candles inside.

1:55 AM, this was most likely the time the ghost would come for him.

In the lobby on the first floor of the building, there was a large grandfather clock. The clock was still working, and their phone time was adjusted according to the clock time. The clock struck the hour just as they entered, scaring the fatty.

It was still early. Jiang Cheng took out his phone and confirmed a few details that needed attention with the fatty and Huai Yi. In their WeChat group, which only included the three of them, Huai Yi kept expressing his gratitude to Jiang Cheng, bombarding him with voice messages, his voice choked with emotion and his words sincere. Later, the fatty got annoyed and told him not to just talk about it, but to do something practical, like transferring the villa to the doctor after they got out.

Huai Yi immediately fell silent.

The fatty slapped him a few times, but the latter kept pretending to be dead.

Jiang Cheng placed the candles in their positions, but did not light them. He was worried that the candles would not last until then. As usual, he spread the blanket on the ground, sat on it, and began the long wait.

The process of waiting for the ghost to appear was even more difficult than facing the ghost.

The night was very quiet. Jiang Cheng took advantage of the present to integrate the clues from this mission and think about them. He took out the book he found in the library, which recorded the tragic events that had occurred at the Dakolosha Manor.

Judging from the current situation, the ones who killed Mu Wanming and Jiang Zhao were the witches who died tragically in the manor. Their resentment was hard to dissipate, and they turned into vengeful spirits.

But from the mouths of the victims' families, they had made a new discovery. There was an extremely terrifying existence in the manor, so terrifying that if it did not allow it, all the souls wandering in the manor would not be able to leave.

What exactly was this existence, and what was its relationship with the dead witches?

Jiang Cheng fell into thought. As his eyes inadvertently swept across the pages of the book, his gaze focused on the only illustration, which depicted a person being hung alone on a crooked-necked tree, surrounded by a circle of people holding torches.

In the narrative of the article, this person was the original owner of the manor, who was caught and hanged alive on a tree in the manor by angry people because he had hidden the witches.

Jiang Cheng had doubts at the time, why did he only see the hanged manor owner, but not the witches? Where did they go?

Unfortunately, there were no more clues at the moment. Jiang Cheng closed the book, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Various clues were intertwined, making his mind a mess for a while.

Later, he simply didn't want to think so far ahead. The most important thing in front of him was how to survive tonight. He was at least 80% sure that the ghost would come to him tonight.

Around 1:55 AM.

But… Jiang Cheng couldn't help but look around. Which ghost would come, he couldn't be sure yet.

Judging from the known clues, the ghost that killed Mu Wanming was a female ghost with big hands, and the one that killed Jiang Zhao was a female ghost wearing a black dress. Similar ghosts were recorded in the book, consistent with the experiences of the wealthy businessman's wife and daughter.

Jiang Cheng had some understanding of these two ghosts, but what worried Jiang Cheng the most was the ghost encountered by the wealthy businessman.

There was no specific information about that ghost yet. Jiang Cheng only knew that it had the characteristic of knocking on doors, and that the knocking could only be heard by the person being killed, not even by the wife sleeping next to the wealthy businessman.

The night was deep. Jiang Cheng calculated the time, lit the arranged candles, and turned on all the lights in the room, feeling a little more at ease. But just as he turned around to walk back to the cushion to rest for a while, he suddenly slipped and fell right on it. The soft touch instantly made him lose consciousness.

"Ugh..."

He woke up groggily, shivering violently the moment he opened his eyes. How did he fall asleep? He was completely unaware. But fortunately, the lights and candles in the room were still on.

He did not experience the situation that Mu Wanming described.

He subconsciously took out his phone to check the time, but what caught his eye was a missed call from Huai Yi. The time was one minute ago. It was now 1:56 AM, just updated.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng was shocked and quickly replied.

If no one helped, Jiang Cheng could fully foresee Huai Yi's fate if he encountered the ghost in this mission alone.

If the ghost chose to attack Huai Yi, then Jiang Cheng would definitely go to save him, but the current situation was that Jiang Cheng couldn't judge whether this was a real attack or a ghost's conspiracy.

About a few seconds later, Huai Yi sent a message, "That ghost is here for me." These short words made Jiang Cheng's brow furrow. He could almost imagine the fear Huai Yi was facing at this moment.

Huai Yi only clarified the situation and did not ask Jiang Cheng to save him, "That ghost is near me now, I can feel him, don't come, his target may not only be me, but also to wipe you out." Huai Yi was very nervous, and there were typos in the words he typed.

"Don't be afraid, tell me more details," Jiang Cheng quickly replied.

"It's the knocking ghost!" Huai Yi replied, "I fell asleep without realizing it, and then I was awakened by a sound, it was a knock on the door, a very strange knock, one knock at a time, very slow, but very heavy."

"I didn't dare to move at all, but after a while, the knocking actually changed, the position changed, it was actually ringing inside my room!"

"It's in!"

"Standing behind my door, knocking on my door."

"But I can't see it, I can't see anything, there's nothing behind the door!" The words Huai Yi typed at this moment were chaotic, and even basic punctuation was a problem.

"What about the candles I told you to arrange?" Jiang Cheng asked quickly.

"Out, the candles are out." Huai Yi continued to send messages, "And the lights are out, there's only a little light coming in from the window in my room now."