Chapter 18 Rain

A bolt of lightning flashed overhead, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap.

It was the fourth watch of the night.

The rain had finally come.

Raindrops pelted the paper figures, like acid splashed on human skin. The paper figure carrying Zhang Junyu's soul twisted its clumsy body, trying to avoid the rain. The entire Wu family mansion echoed with the paper figure's painful wails.

But it was all in vain. Finally, the paper figure raised its head and looked at the shadow of Yu Chengmu left on the paper door. After a moment, without a sound, it turned and rushed into the rain.

Inside the room, Jiang Cheng and Fatty heard the last angry roar. Then, all the sounds outside were swallowed by the rain.

The paper figure Fatty's body shrank slightly. He knew that if the doctor hadn't come out to find him, there wouldn't have been just one person screaming outside. His screams would have been even more miserable than the paper figure's.

"Heh," Jiang Cheng sneered, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Fatty was a little embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "Doctor, who could that paper figure outside be...?"

"Either Zhang Junyu or A Biao. The former is more likely," Jiang Cheng analyzed.

"Could it be Lei Mingyu?" Fatty asked cautiously.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng put down his teacup and looked at the door with a profound gaze. "If it's really Lei Mingyu, then we don't need to cooperate with Chen Hao and Du Moyu. If he doesn't even care about his own brother, he will definitely stab us in the back in the future."

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"It's over..." Du Moyu listened to the wailing of the paper figure outside, feeling a little unbearable in his heart. "I just don't know who died."

Lei Mingyu was afraid, but he put on a very tough appearance, sticking his neck out and pretending to be strong: "Whoever it is, they're not good people anyway."

Du Moyu frowned. "What are you talking about? What if Wang Fugui is in trouble? Jiang Cheng saved my life. Those two are absolutely trustworthy."

Hearing this, Chen Hao shook his head, turned to look at Du Moyu, and said with a strange tone, "Lei Mingyu doesn't mean that. Think about it carefully. If Wang Fugui's paper figure really got rained on and died, what does that mean?"

Du Moyu belatedly realized, and his face changed. "It means... Jiang Cheng didn't open the door."

"A person who doesn't care about the life or death of his own brother, do you think he will care about us nominal allies?" Chen Hao's eyes were wary. "If that's the case, then we must guard against this person. Even if he is smart, he is more of a threat than a help to us."

Hearing this, Du Moyu immediately shook his head. "No, I don't believe he would be that kind of person."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart!" Lei Mingyu couldn't help but worry when he saw Du Moyu's appearance. He thought that he must have been writing books at home for many years and knew too little about the dark side of this world.

"Okay," Chen Hao interrupted. "It's too early to say these things now. We'll know the result soon, and... the rain outside is about to stop."

Du Moyu listened carefully. Sure enough, the sound of rain outside was much smaller. At this rate, it would probably stop completely in another 10 minutes at most.

"Lei Mingyu," Chen Hao turned his head and instructed: "It will be difficult for your body to last until dawn. After the rain stops, I think you have to rush to the ancestral hall to get your body back."

Lei Mingyu's voice was muffled. "I know. The mission is not over yet. If I don't return to the ancestral hall to get my body back before dawn, I will die too."

After a while, when the sound of rain outside disappeared, Chen Hao opened the door and walked out first. The fog had dissipated for the most part. After confirming that the rain had completely stopped, he called out the paper figure Lei Mingyu.

The rain looked fierce, but there was no water on the ground, so it wouldn't be a big problem for the paper figures to walk.

"Hurry up," Chen Hao urged, looking back.

"Don't worry," the paper figure Lei Mingyu strode forward and rushed into the fog.

At the same time, the paper figure Fatty and A Biao also set off. The routes of the three paper figures were exactly the same. They ran into each other not long after leaving the house.

Everyone tacitly didn't communicate. Instead, they sprinted towards the ancestral hall like a race.

Fatty kept in mind the doctor's instructions. The mission was not completely over. Every second before returning to his body was not absolutely safe. In addition, the doctor had a somewhat extreme guess.

The person who returned to their body first might attack the paper figures who arrived at the ancestral hall later.

The simplest way was to splash water on them. It was not difficult to understand that paper figures would be destroyed when exposed to water. Moreover, paper figures were just hiding their souls inside, and were not teammates in the absolute sense, so attacking the paper figures would most likely not trigger the damage mechanism within the mission.

To put it simply, it would be a white kill.

From the scene of the few people racing ahead, not only the doctor, but the other two groups also saw this point. Fatty secretly raised these teammates by another level in his heart, thinking that this was really a high-end game. The teammates even hid their thoughts in their hair. He didn't like it. He felt quite happy following the noobs and babbling in low-end games.

Anyway, with the doctor, he could lie down and win in low-end games.

But in this kind of situation, he clearly felt that the doctor was under a lot of pressure with him.

It seemed that after this time, he had to continue to work hard. Brain training and physical training were essential, so that when facing such a high-end game in the future, even if he couldn't help the doctor, he wouldn't drag him down.

The speed of the paper figures was faster than their normal running. Before long, the three of them almost rushed into the Wu family ancestral hall at the same time.

After entering, each returned to their respective rooms. Lifting the cloth curtain of room 4, Fatty's first glance saw his body lying on the ground. He had never missed his body so much.

As if drawn by some force, the paper figure Fatty walked over step by step and lay on the shelf where he had woken up before.

He didn't know how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes again, the cold ground had replaced the shelf.

After regaining his senses, Fatty quickly sat up, looked at his hands and his body, and a look of joy after surviving a disaster appeared on his face. "I, Wang Fugui, am finally back!"

Drilling out of the cloth curtain, Lei Mingyu and A Biao were standing outside. From the positions of the two people, they were quite tit-for-tat, neither giving way to the other.

It was not until this time that everyone confirmed that the paper figure who died... was Zhang Junyu.

A gust of wind blew, lifting the cloth curtain of room 1. Zhang Junyu's body lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep, but everyone knew that he would never wake up again.

Lei Mingyu narrowed his eyes and said in a mocking tone: "Fortunately, my partner is not as cautious as Old Mr. Yu, otherwise... hehe, I'm afraid it wouldn't be just Zhang Junyu lying here."

A Biao stared at Zhang Junyu's body, wondering what he was thinking.