"Since I met that person, everything has gone off track. This can't be a coincidence."

Number 10 from the Ghost Story Association looked at the place where Chen Ge escaped. His face was hidden in the black robe, and no one could see his expression at this moment.

"Who can tell for sure?" The black-robed man next to No. 10 smiled and said, "There's one more thing I forgot to tell you, but it should be in time now."

"If it's bad news, forget it. I'm tired of hearing it lately." Number 10 exerted force with his five fingers, and the wooden box in his palm made a slight sound.

"A few days ago, when I used a substitute ghost to escape from Fanghuayuan Community, I was discovered by that person."

"I warned you a long time ago not to do unnecessary things." Number 10 turned his head. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant. Even when talking to people around him, he still used falsetto.

"You are wrong. The death of that substitute ghost is very valuable. I obtained a very crucial piece of information from him." There was a smile in the black-robed man's voice. Even though he was surrounded by ghosts, he was not worried at all.

"What information?"

"It seems that no one has entered the door in his haunted house yet, which means that the person who pushed the door has left and the door is now ownerless."

"The person who pushed the door has left? He wasn't the one who pushed the door?" Number 10's tone changed significantly, and it took a second or two to return to normal: "Why are you telling me this now, when it's so important?"

"The red-clothed girl in that guy's shadow is not necessarily weaker than the female ghost in this village. They are both about the same difficulty, so I haven't told you yet." When the black-robed man mentioned the female ghost in Chen Ge's shadow, he finally stopped smiling. He looked at the direction where Chen Ge left with some doubt: "But the few details he accidentally revealed just now make me think this is an opportunity."

The black-robed man's voice became even colder: "The people we sent out to surround and kill him have not returned. All the evil spirits should have been swallowed by the red-robed man in his shadow."

He took a breath and turned to look at Number Ten: "Including the devil's two red-clothed children."

Number 10 instantly understood what the black-robed man said: "Ghosts that swallow too much will fall into a deep sleep, but no evil ghost dares to swallow so much at once. Have you ever thought of another possibility? The two children of the devil might have been made into ghost puppets, and the red-clothed evil ghost in his shadow might not be asleep either. This is just a trap he set to deliberately lure us into it."

"That's right. With his personality, he would do something like this." The man in black robe made a grinding sound. "In fact, I envy him. This guy who is cunning, sinister, and cruel in his bones can pretend to be harmless and live a glamorous life in the sun."

The man in black robe spoke highly of Chen Ge.

Number 10 nodded slightly, agreeing with the black robe's opinion: "The enemy is too cunning, we have to be cautious. In fact, I also want to attack him, but you just saw that when Xiong Qing was about to kill him, he suddenly paused. The only one who can affect the red-clothed person is the red-clothed person. Regardless of whether the red-clothed person in his shadow is asleep or not, there is at least one red-clothed person hidden in this guy!"

"But are you willing to give up? If we can control them all, we can directly obtain the two 'doors'." The black-robed man's words were very powerful.

"This is not a question of willingness." Number 10 glanced at the black robe coldly: "Just a few days ago, there were twelve people in the association, but how many are left now?"

The answer emerged in the man in black robe's mind. He was silent for a while and stopped talking.

"There are only three left out of the twelve association members, and he did it all in less than five days. So, it can never be too careful with this person." Number 10's heart was bleeding. Each of these numbers represented a living life, a "patient" that they had finally selected from countless ordinary people.

"Then let's stick to the original plan."

"Let's get started. There might be other unexpected events later."

"Okay." The man in black robe moved his neck. He ignored the ghost baby and Xiong Qing fighting in the distance, nor did he care about the ghosts attacking frantically. He walked towards the well alone.

"Jiang Ling, let your sister stop him!" The woman surnamed Zhu spoke. Jiang Ling, who was hiding behind her, shouted her sister's name to the air. After a while, Zhu Xinrou, covered in scars, rushed towards the man in black robe.

"Since I dare to come out, do you think I am afraid of you?" The laughter of the man in black robe became louder and louder. The black robe on his back was lifted, and a blood-red monster with human faces all over its body emerged!

"I never think I'm smart, it's just that everyone around me is too stupid." He raised his hand and pointed at Zhu Xinrou, and the monster covered with faces stood in front of Zhu Xinrou.

Chen Ge, who was far away, saw this scene and was shocked: "There is actually a red-clothed person in the Ghost Story Association!"

He heard what the man in black robe had said before and had a rough guess about his identity.

The man in black robe who summoned the new red-clothed man is most likely Wu Fei from the third ward.

Jiang Ling's sister was already injured, and this time she was facing a red-clothed man who was several times more terrifying than the slender ghost, so the outcome of the battle was doomed from the beginning.

Wu Fei and the Devil are both the most dangerous patients in the third ward, and the ghosts in both of them have reached the level of red clothes.

No one could stop the man in black robes. He walked to the well and looked inside. Then he took out another wooden box from his arms, opened the lid, and revealed the black blood stains inside.

After a few minutes, there was no change in the well water. The man in black robe smiled slightly: "No one in red can remain calm in front of this bloodstain. Just as I speculated before, the female ghost is no longer in the well!"

Putting away the wooden box, the man in black robe turned his head and looked at the woman surnamed Zhu: "If she is not in the well, where could she have gone?"

The man in black robe had a cold look in his eyes, giving people the feeling that he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. He slowly walked towards the sacrificial team. The man in red robe with a covered face behind him had completely suppressed Zhu Xinrou. The two were not on the same level at all.

"We started investigating this village half a year ago. The female ghost is no longer in the well. You have been deceiving the villagers." The black robe looked at the woman surnamed Zhu. His eyes were like knives that could pierce directly into the heart. Nothing could be hidden in front of him.

When they heard that the female ghost was no longer in the well, the first to speak were the villagers with deformed bodies nearby. They were all dumbfounded, and then they felt angry for being deceived.

One of the villagers wanted to question the woman surnamed Zhu, but before he could open his mouth, he was dragged away by the man in red with blood all over his face.

"I don't like people interrupting me." The black-robed man's voice became even colder. He walked to the side of the woman surnamed Zhu and said, "You must know where the female ghost in the well went, right?"