Zhang Bufan suddenly clutched his head. "After I woke up, how did I get here?"

"Why can't I remember anything?"

"After I woke up, shouldn't you have told me? Why did you make clay figures, and why did you put my clothes on them?"

"Did you say it back then? Why can't I remember the part after that?"

Zhang Bufan looked up at Bai Shou Zhang sitting across from him. "Why did you have to make clay figures in my likeness back then?"

Bai Shou Zhang smiled. "I told you about this before! Did you forget?"

"I said that you couldn't be exposed to yang qi for two days before and after your eighteenth birthday, or you'd die!"

"I feigned death to save you!"

"Hurry up! Go back and put yourself in the coffin. With the coffin covering you, you won't die."

Zhang Bufan sat still, quietly watching Bai Shou Zhang across from him. "Master, what did you do with the coffin in the backyard?"

Bai Shou Zhang was taken aback. "Isn't the coffin in the backyard in the mourning hall? Didn't you use that coffin?"

Zhang Bufan laughed. "Leave!"

Bai Shou Zhang stood up and walked towards the door, saying as he reached it, "Don't regret it if you don't listen to me."

Zhang Bufan leaned back in his chair and looked at the door. "I don't freeload for nothing. You drank a cup of my wine, so you have to leave me a life in return."

Bai Shou Zhang was stunned for a moment. Zhang Bufan's foot moved slightly under the table, and a white thread suddenly shot out from the doorway, blocking the entrance.

Bai Shou Zhang had just moved his foot out when he tripped over the sewing thread and fell face-first to the ground.

The sound of him falling was like a bundle of paper collapsing.

As the person fell, the clay figure he brought with him also fell to the ground.

Zhang Bufan stood up and walked to the door, using his toe to lift Bai Shou Zhang's side, turning him over.

It was clearly a paper figure made of white paper, with the three characters "Bai Shou Zhang" written on its face in black ink.

That was Bai Shou Zhang's handwriting. Didn't that mean Bai Shou Zhang was the one who sent the letter to Zhang Bufan?

Seeing this, Zhang Bufan suddenly clutched his chest, spitting out blood and falling to the ground, lifeless.

Bai Shou Zhang's voice echoed from outside the door. "Why won't you believe what I say?"

"I wanted to save you with all my heart, but it was all for naught!"

I looked towards the door, following the sound, and saw Bai Shou Zhang wearing the clothes of a dead man, staring at me with wide eyes. "Do you believe me?"

I was startled and woke up from the dream.

When I sat up from the ground, I saw Feng Ruoxing and Ye Yang both staring at me with shocked expressions. I was slightly stunned and said, "Did you guys have the same dream?"

Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing nodded at the same time. Then, Feng Ruoxing recounted the events of his dream, which were exactly the same as what I had seen.

The four of us looked up at the same time, towards the shrine in the Mountain God Temple.

On the originally empty shrine, four life-sized clay sculptures stood side by side.

The features of the four clay figures were not only identical to ours, but they were also wearing our clothes.

After we fought our way out of Qingyan Village, we were covered in blood, so we simply took off our outer garments and threw them into the mountains.

Someone had followed us and taken those blood-stained clothes to put on the clay figures.

Wasn't all of this exactly the same as what Zhang Bufan had seen in the dream?

I gave Ye Yang and the others a cautious gesture, then jumped onto the offering table and pressed my hand against the face of one of the clay figures. My finger immediately left a dent in the face.

I jumped down from the table and said, "The clay is still fresh, which means the clay figures were just placed here recently. Just now… what were you guys looking at? What's wrong with my face? What are you doing?"

Before I could finish speaking, I saw Feng Ruoxing staring intently at my face, while Ye Yang drew his long sword, laid his palm on the blade, and smeared it forward, staining the blade with blood.

Ye Yang was using witchcraft!

Was he using witchcraft on me?

Cang Tianji raised his hand to stop Ye Yang. "Don't act rashly! Let's figure out what's going on first!"

Cang Tianji took out a mirror from his person and handed it to me. "Look at your own face!"

I looked into the mirror and gasped—there was a finger-shaped印 on my face.

The fingerprint looked as if it had pressed my skin into a pit, the size of the fingerprint was almost exactly the same as my finger.

I looked in horror at the clay sculptures on the shrine, then at my mud-covered finger. "What kind of curse is this?"

Cang Tianji said in a deep voice, "This isn't a curse. Li Po, if you trust me, give me an hour. I need to deduce something."

I pondered for a moment and said, "Go ahead and deduce! I'll wait for you!"

Cang Tianji sat cross-legged on the ground, while Feng Ruoxing transmitted his voice to me. "Do you trust Cang Tianji?"

"I don't know if I should trust Cang Tianji!" I shook my head. "Until now, Cang Tianji hasn't been on the same side as us, and there's no bond of mutual benefit. But, I just feel like there's no curse on the clay figures."