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She turned on her flashlight and shone it at the exorcist who seemed to have fainted, blurting out after a clear look, "Fang... Fang Zun!"

"What about Yuan Dingzhou?" Zhang Xiaomo quickly shone the flashlight around to check.
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"I only found Fang Zun inside the coffin; I didn't see anyone else." Yan Junze shook his head.

"Let's wait for him to wake up then," Zhang Xiaomo said, her face pale, pointing to her backpack on the ground, "There's an emergency cushion in there, please open it and move Fang Zun onto it."

Yan Junze nodded, took off his outer jacket, folded it to form a makeshift cushion, protected Zhang Xiaomo with one hand, moving her back to lean against the cushion against the wall, then got up and opened her backpack.

As Zhang Xiaomo described, he took out a black, compressed transparent plastic bag from the backpack.

Opening this sealed bag, he took out the black folded object, grabbed a protruding lock at one end of the fold with his fingers, and pulled hard.

With a bang, the black folded object began to inflate by itself, quickly expanding to about the size of a person, slightly wider than a person, with a two-finger-wide tow rope on one end for easy dragging. This rope could also be slung over the shoulder or tied around the waist for convenience.

Yan Junze dragged the cushion over, then moved Fang Zun onto it, fastening his body with the buckles on either side, then dragged the cushion to the door, easily opening the door that had previously been impossible to open.

Moonlight streamed in, once again bathing him in its light.

Then Yan Junze returned to Zhang Xiaomo's side, squatted down, and asked, "Can you move now? Do you want me to carry you?"

Zhang Xiaomo glanced at him, seemingly pondering something, and shook her head, "I can walk slowly, it's okay."

"Then let me support you."

Without saying more, Yan Junze carefully helped Zhang Xiaomo to her feet.

As they reached the door, Yan Junze first slung the tow rope of the cushion carrying Fang Zun over his shoulder and then supported Zhang Xiaomo. The two of them walked out of the room, afterwards dragging Fang Zun out as well.

They didn't worry about any bumps along the way; Fang Zun was already unconscious, and the jostling wouldn't wake him.

Outside the house, everything seemed just as it had been when they'd first entered, without any change. Moonlight poured like water onto the silent streets, and not a single sound could be heard.

Except for the footsteps of Yan Junze and Zhang Xiaomo, and the dragging sound of the cushion on the ground.

"Just now... did I... stop breathing?" Zhang Xiaomo suddenly asked.

Yan Junze glanced at her and noticed her gaze flickering, seemingly deliberately avoiding his own. He suddenly understood what she wanted to say and shook his head, "I didn't give you mouth-to-mouth just now."

"Oh," Zhang Xiaomo replied very stiffly.

"But I did press on your chest, 27 times," Yan Junze added.

"Ah!"

Zhang Xiaomo instinctively covered her chest with her right hand.

Yan Junze kept his gaze straight and said no more.

Along the way, they encountered a few ordinary wandering spirits, but none of these spirits approached them; it was as if they deliberately avoided Yan Junze and Zhang Xiaomo upon noticing them.

"Thanks for saving me just now," Zhang Xiaomo said, "I'm just curious, how did you remind me to look behind me while you were in the coffin, so that I was able to notice that bundle of hair trying to sneak attack me one step ahead?"

Yan Junze maintained his silence; after about ten seconds, he finally replied, "Everyone should have some secrets, and I'm no exception."

For some reason, he didn't want to make up any excuse and brush it off, and he was very clear in his mind that by saying this, Zhang Xiaomo would definitely not ask further.

A sensible woman knows when to stop. Just like when Yan Junze was about to enter the room where the Red Coffin was located, Zhang Xiaomo did not ask anything nor did she stop him but simply said calmly, "Be careful."

And shortly after Yan Junze entered the room, she chose to appear and help, willing to risk triggering a Super-Energy Burst, all without any unnecessary words during this time.

This suddenly made Yan Junze feel very settled in his heart.

After he said this, as expected, Zhang Xiaomo just glanced at him, pursed her lips into a smile, and said nothing more.

The two arrived at the closest intersection to the Good Character Bookstore and looked around but saw no one else.

Zhang Xiaomo said, "Perhaps Jiang Yaofei led everyone through the Plum Blossom Forest and left, including Zhang Di."

"Yes, we trapped the Red Coffin for so long, they should have headed to the east side of the village a while ago," Yan Junze pointed in the direction of the Plum Blossom Forest, "Wait for you to rest for a bit, then we'll also cross the Plum Blossom Forest and head back to the east side of the village."

The Spirit Bridge floating above the village was now weakening, but it couldn't be ruled out that it might trigger new and even more terrifying strangenesses, so Yan Junze thought it was still safer to return to the east side of Mo Family Village.

After all, after leaving the village from there, it was the closest to the highway, so if some strangeness erupted on a large scale again, they could leave Mo Family Village at the fastest speed.

Zhang Xiaomo waved her hand, "I don't need to rest, let's go."

Gently holding her chest, which showed she still felt pain, Yan Junze supported her, dragging Fang Zun towards the direction of the Plum Blossom Forest.

Behind Zhang Xiaomo, as she walked, the hem of her dress fluttered, and a long black hair drifted in the wind.

But the very next second, the black hair gently contracted, wriggling up along the hem of the dress like an earthworm, quickly reaching the collar of Zhang Xiaomo's clothes, without stopping, it swiftly merged into her hair and disappeared without a trace.

Because they were walking slowly, it took them almost half an hour to reach inside the Plum Blossom Forest, and another half hour to get to the east side of the village through the forest.

After bringing Fang Zun back to the east side of the village, Yan Junze and Zhang Xiaomo arrived at a courtyard near Little Wind Zhai, pushed the door open to look, but the other people who had been gathered here were nowhere to be seen at the moment.

Leaving that courtyard, they called out quietly a couple of times, but apart from the faint whistling of the wind, there were no other sounds.

"You sit here for a bit," Yan Junze pointed to the steps outside the courtyard, settling Zhang Xiaomo down, and then took off the rope slung around his body, laying Fang Zun on the ground below the steps.

After that, he looked around, walked a circle along the two sides of the street, and returned to the original spot.

Not a single person was in sight.

"Could they have already left the village?" Yan Junze wondered to himself.

Because Jiang Yaofei and Zhang Di definitely brought the others to meet up with the people here first; were they now gone from the village, moving the injured out first after the meeting?

The possibility was indeed there.

Being burdened with injured colleagues would not only delay their treatment but also hinder the others from focusing on dealing with the strangenesses.

Returning to Zhang Xiaomo's side, Yan Junze also sat down on the steps and shook his head, "They must have left already, not waiting for us, probably because they thought we'd have more misfortune than fortune facing the Red Coffin."

"I don't need to rest either and can leave right away," Zhang Xiaomo looked around, the constant whistling of the wind here always gave her an uneasy feeling.

"Alright."

Yan Junze was about to help her up when he suddenly realized Zhang Xiaomo's body trembled lightly, and she said, "There seems to be someone around the corner over there."

Yan Junze immediately turned around and saw a shadow flit around the corner, then vanish from sight.

"Wait here for a minute, I'm going to have a look," Yan Junze turned and walked quickly towards where the shadow had appeared.

He reached the corner and indeed found a person standing there, back towards him, holding a magnetic knife, motionless.

Yan Junze was puzzled, glanced in Zhang Xiaomo's direction and saw her sitting there, watching him with concern, so he pointed to his position at the corner and nodded at Zhang Xiaomo, signaling that there indeed was someone there.

Zhang Xiaomo also nodded, clutching the magnetic knife in her hand, looking around to make sure there was nothing suspicious on her end.

By now, Yan Junze had turned back and approached the man facing away from him.

The other person was holding a magnetic knife, and judging by his attire, he was definitely an Exorcist; Yan Junze felt the man looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't precisely figure out who it was.

Upon getting closer, he patted the man's shoulder.

The man slowly turned around, and as he faced him, a deep, bone-visible wound suddenly split open in the middle of his forehead, a trickle of blood burst out, slowly running down his cheek.

The man's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground right in front of Yan Junze's eyes.

Yan Junze grabbed him, propping him up, and abruptly gasped, "Ah, Guo Youliang!"