"Brother Chen, you're really amazing," WeiWei licked her lips, her red pupils glinting mysteriously as she finished slipping on her white robe. "WeiWei has something else to handle tonight. So, let's do this again sometime, shall we?"

Without waiting for Bubai's response, she turned and disappeared into the dark forest, leaving the slightly pale Bubai standing there, still trying to process the bizarre tryst. “She let me off so easily tonight? If it’s only this much every night, then I certainly can-”

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Bubai decided that escaping the farm was more urgent than deciphering the reasons of WeiWei's actions. He didn’t want to leave his fate under her whim… even if it was very pleasurable to do so.

It didn’t take long for Bubai to return to the vicinity of his hut. When he pushed open the door, Bubai instantly frowned.

Cautiously examining his dark, modest room, Bubai's sharp eyes immediately caught the subtle signs of intrusion.

The hay he purposefully scattered on the ground had been disturbed, hinting at an uninvited visitor.

Entering the room and closing the door behind him, Bubai's expression darkened. "Sloppy work. Definitely not a professional," he muttered to himself, eyeing the slightly disheveled surroundings.

His mind began to churn with suspicions. "One of the workers, perhaps? But why single me out? Are they just trying to make trouble for me... or were they instructed by someone else?"

WeiWei's face flashed in his thoughts, and Bubai's frown deepened. "Could she be the one behind this? Searching for something specific, or… to confirm something?

Bubai felt cold inside. It seems he still wasn’t careful enough.

The next day.

Bubai's energy almost fully recovered after a night of cultivation, and he stepped out from his hut, lightly rotating his hips to ease the remaining soreness.

However, a quick scan of the farm drew his attention to a crowd of workers gathered in the distance, their faint panicked voices reaching his ears. As he walked over, their anxious chatter became clearer.

"Demon! It must be a demonic cultivator!"

"Who knows, it might be an evil spirit!"

"This is already the second life... this farm is not safe! We need to talk to Manager Qin! No, we need to report to the bureau in Ling City!"

Bubai tapped Old Liu's shoulder, causing the man to jump with a light squeak of horror.

Moments later, Old Liu, realizing it was Bubai, scowled with a mix of irritation and fear. "Again! Xiao Chen, don't tap my shoulder next time, almost sent me to meet the King of Hell."

Bubai chuckled, rubbing the back of his head with an honest smile. "Haha, well, it's not like you to be like this. What happened, Old Liu?"

Old Liu stared at Bubai suspiciously, questioning, "Where were you yesterday night?"

Bubai tilted his head slightly, offering his prepared excuse, "Guarding the forest then slept for the rest of the night. Why?"

Old Liu rolled his eyes, his thoughts quickly churning. Seeming to find nothing, he shook his head, sighing as he patted Bubai on the shoulder. "See for yourself."

Then, he picked up his hoe and walked away. "Choi, unlucky... I shouldn't have renewed the contract..."

“This old timer isn’t simple to be able to survive in a city of cultivators for so long.” Bubai thought to himself as he pushed through the crowd of pale-faced workers, reaching the front to finally lay eyes on a corpse on the ground which caused his eyes to narrow.

The strangeness of this corpse caused his heart to palpate.

Unlike Ah Niu's bloody, scorched one, this one resembled a dried husk, as if all life and water had been drained from it. Scrutinizing the man's face for a bit, Bubai barely recognized him to be Wu Gou!

Bubai's mind raced as he quickly made an association. When there’s something evil...

"It couldn't be her... right?" Bubai felt a chill, looking up and scanning the farm.

And then, there she was - WeiWei, observing them from afar, with an air of innocence that seemed to mask something more sinister.

Bubai's heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked. A playful smile seemed to momentarily grace WeiWei's lips as she licked them, causing his heart to race – this time not from arousal but fear.

However, in the blink of an eye, the playful face was replaced by WeiWei’s scared, pale face, as if it was just an illusion.

Panic gripped Bubai as he turned around, pushing through the crowd, putting distance between himself and WeiWei's unsettling gaze.

Yesterday, he still had the thoughts of eating soft rice, but now… he didn’t want Wu Gou’s end to be his!

Suppressing his fear and maintaining a facade of grim determination to fit in with the rest, he returned to his field, pretending to hoe as his mind churned with worry.

Mid-day.

Manager Qin returned, accompanied by a new worker.

However, any joy at the settling the previous murder case quickly dissipated as Manager Qin's flat smile turned stiff when he saw the new corpse.

From afar, Bubai still noticed the tremble in the middle-aged man's body as if he recognized the cause behind the strange death.

Barking orders, Manager Qin quickly dispersed the crowd, sending them to work.

Then, Manager Qin, demonstrating hurried yet experienced movements, skillfully stuffed Wu Gou's corpse in a sack. This time, he barely spoke words of comfort to the ‘timid’ WeiWei, and without much delay, he rushed off towards Ling City once more, his steps much more hurried than before.

Bowing his head, Bubai honestly resumed his work, the hoe habitually cutting through the soil, his thoughts churning internally.

But his concentration soon wavered, finding himself staring at the familiar dainty feet that stopped beside him. Looking up, WeiWei blinked mischievously, her eyes locking onto his.

"Manager Qin has permitted me to interrogate each of you one by one. Chen Bubai, please come with me for interrogation."