“Pan Chen.”


  Ning Shu rushed to the scene of the murder. Pan Chen was dead at the doorway of the room. The back of his head had knocked against the doorstep and blood was spilling out all over the floor.

  Earthen houses like this in the countryside all had doorsteps. He lay motionless on the ground.

  The uncle had gloves on his hands and was inspecting Pan Chen’s head.

  “Who was with Pan Chen last?” The uncle’s expression was very stern.

  Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. A boy whispered, “He said he was going back to his room to get something.”


  “Didn’t I tell you guys not to get left alone? Are your heads filled with nothing but sh*t?” The uncle took off his gloves and put his hand on his waist.

  The crowd was trembling.

  Ning Shu frowned. Pan Chen was the most suspicious person. He was the one who suggested coming to this place; the brush was his, and now Pan Chen was dead.

  The biggest suspect was dead.

  Now everyone had an equal possibility of being the murderer.

  President Fan Junyang held onto the wall. His forehead was covered in a cold sweat and he looked overwhelmed with panic. He forced himself to remain calm and said, “Anyone who wants to go anywhere in the future must tell the group. We’ll all go together.”


  His voice trembled.

  “There’s a ghost, there’s a ghost! I’m not staying in this hellhole!” A girl fell apart and started screaming as she stumbled down the stairs.

  “Lin Xia! Don’t run around!” Fan Junyang shouted at the girl.

  Lin Xia covered her head, ignored Fan Junyang, and continued to run.

  Ning Shu and a few task-takers hurried to chase after her. When they got out of the courtyard, they saw Lin Xia running in the blizzard while stumbling.

  “Hurry up, or we’ll get lost.” 795 said with a frown, “We’re already at a disadvantage in this task.”


  “Three deaths in a row and we still don’t even have a clue as to who the killer is.” 795 cursed, “Sh*t, I don’t want to reincarnate to die over and over again.”


  “She’s gone,” Ning Shu said helplessly. Lin Xia’s figure was gone. There were only snowflakes being whirled around by the cold wind. Even the footprints were covered by the snowflakes.

  795 shrugged and turned to walk back. “Go back, she’s dead.”


  She would either starve or freeze to death.

  Ning Shu also turned around and looked at the white expanse. “Do you remember the way back?”


  The crowd: …


  795 walked ahead, his fingers twirling as if working with an invisible thread that was wrapped around his hand. “Follow me”, he said.

  Ning Shu squinted her eyes but didn’t see anything in his hands.

  It was probably some sort of treasure.

  The group followed behind 795.

  Ning Shu touched her stomach. All she had in the morning was a hard, black-dough steamed bread, it was nowhere near enough. She was already hungry again.

  Ning Shu took out a few fasting pills and asked, “Do you guys want some?”


  “Give me two, I’m fucking starving.” 795 held out his hand, “There isn’t spit on this, is there?”


  “You’re so disgusting! I can’t even have it anymore!” Mei Ziqing took one and threw it into her mouth.

  Ning Shu gave 795 two pills, one to Zhang Jiasen and another task-taker.

  “Thanks.” Zhang Jiasen thanked Ning Shu.

  “No need.” Every time she saw Zhang Jiasen acting like a decent human, the hairs on her back stood on end.

  After taking the fasting pills, her body instantly became much warmer and she wasn’t hungry anymore.

  “Didn’t Lu Shanshan come?” Ning Shu looked around.

  795 was full of scorn. “She wouldn’t do such a troublesome thing. She just uses her body to conquer men and makes them do things for her.”


  Ning Shu: …


  It seemed like there was quite a large grudge between the two of them, for a grown man to hold such a grudge against a woman…


  “Is a person who doesn’t even know how to construct a world worthy of being an ultra task-taker?” 795 spoke in a very condescending tone.

  Editor: Kai

  Translator: Kaho