I Only Sell Murder Houses

Assistant He had indeed lied.

Anning and I retraced our steps. On the road leading to the mourning hall, we saw no one lying in wait.

We reached the hall safely.

Although it was late at night and fewer people were present than during the day, several villagers were still keeping vigil.

As long as people were around, we were safe. Anning and I sat down nearby, gasping for breath.

“Are we… safe now?” Anning looked from side to side, terrified that someone might pursue us.

I told her not to worry. “They aren’t that brazen. They won’t dare make trouble openly inside the village.”

But if we wanted to be truly safe, we still needed to call someone.

I pulled out my phone and called Song Xiaotian.