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This person’s skills and state were so strange; maybe it was because I felt a little distorted through the illusory layer, but I also suspected that this may be how he was originally.

At the beginning of our acquaintance, this feeling of paleness and detachment from the world was so vivid. But I was a rookie back then, and full of curiosity about everything, so this paleness and detachment were also novel to me. But now I was very different from how I was before. It wasn’t that I had caught up with him— he lived in a world I couldn’t understand, and I couldn’t stay with him forever—but I was calmer when it came to dealing with things now. At first, my extreme fear of ancient tombs prevented me from noticing how strange people were, but now I could observe everything around me calmly.

His strangeness was even more obvious right now.

Indeed, just as I had often imagined, he was like this at first. But we had caused some changes in his appearance in the end, which I found encouraging.

It was just that these changes came at such a high price.

Phoenix’s ghost whistle sounded a few times to signal that it was safe. When we went up to the second floor, we found a bedroom with a wooden bed in the corner, and furniture consisting of just a few rattan boxes. The bedroom was very small, and the window was also closed. Phoenix had opened one of the boxes and put on a Yi outfit from inside. It didn’t fit well and was a little too small. The sleeves and pants were short, but they made her look even more slim.

Three spears hung on one side of the wall, and when I went up and looked at them, I found that they were well maintained and must belong to a meticulous hunter.

There was no sign of a struggle or any sort of hijacking in the bedroom, and it was clean and tidy.

“It’s strange.” Phoenix said to us. “These people seem to have just left of their own volition.”

“The windows are closed.” Poker-Face also found an outfit to put on and pulled out a Yi knife from under the bed. “They didn’t leave without closing the windows.”

“That’s right.” Phoenix went to the window, which was a square plaque made of rattan that could only be opened if it was supported by a pole. She pushed it aside a little and looked out: “It’s no accident. All the windows on the opposite buildings are closed, too.”

“Let’s spread out and look.” Poker-Face wrapped the Yi knife in a piece of cloth and broke it in two. It was obvious that he didn’t like that the knife’s length was so long. He then threw the knife head under the bed and inserted the broken knife into the shuikao at his back—it had been rolled up and looked like a scabbard.

At this point, I suddenly realized that I was the least talkative one in this small team.

This was a little embarrassing. I never thought I would intercept the memory of someone who talked less than Poker-Face. I was a little sullen, and guessed I would have to silently complain to an unprecedented extent.

There was the dull sound of a horn in the valley.

I began to look for a way out, while Poker-Face leaned against the window, opened it, and made a series of sharp birdcalls to the river below. The correspondence to our people outside said: we have arrived safely.

A few minutes later, there was a very slight echo: Claw and Asa didn’t come back. There’s something going on with this village. Split up.

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