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Chapter 423 Strange Appraisal Methods
At this point, Chu Changge suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.

During those few seconds of silence, Gu Mian realized the seriousness of the situation.

Then Chu Changge spoke up: "The ghost in this instance has come into contact with a certain degree of the truth, and it seems to know you."

Gu Mian raised her head slightly, looking at the dark night sky: "You know me?"

He was well aware that his name was quite well-known, but he didn't expect that even the ghosts in the dungeon had heard of the name "Gu Mian".

"Just like knowing where the trap is, the ghost won't deliberately step into the trap. This instance is quite safe for you, but it's precisely because it's too safe that it's difficult to do anything."

"Ghosts won't actively seek you out, so you won't have the chance to meet them face-to-face, and naturally, you won't be able to ask them any questions..."

Gu Mian noticed that when Chu Changge said the word "ask," the fat man next to her looked a little unnatural.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the fat man's voice: "Is this an interrogation? Not torture?"

Ignoring the fat man's words, Chu Changge continued, "So leaving today is just for show. We're going back secretly, without being discovered."

The fortune teller stared at the pebbles on the road, lost in thought as she listened to Chu Changge's words: "This seems quite different from the process I used to go through in dungeons. Didn't we always run away as fast as we could before? Why do we have to put on a show to lure ghosts now? Am I the ghost or a ghost messenger?"

Chu Changge's voice then came: "The ghost won't chase us, so it will definitely kill the other three people first. We'll sneak back while it's killing them."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards Liu Ruyan's dilapidated van.

The fortune teller looked up at him blankly: "Are you serious?"

Of course I mean it.

A short while later, a beat-up van sped onto the empty road.

Little Rabbit sat listlessly in the back seat of the car, with Bright Moon driving in front of her.

She had been on this bus for almost an hour, and it was now 8:30. In that hour, the bus had traveled a long distance. Little Rabbit didn't want to get off too soon, as riding a bicycle alone in the dark was not a safe thing to do.

Fortunately, Mingyue didn't intend to kick her out of the car, so Xiaotuwan stubbornly sat in the back seat, occasionally exchanging a few words with Mingyue who was driving.

"Mingyue, we're quite far from where we started, aren't we?"

Mingyue gazed ahead and replied, "Mm."

"Ghosts can't teleport, but if they come after us, they'll be really fast. Even if we're driving, they'll catch up." Little Rabbit looked at the streetlights on both sides, feeling a little panicked.

“Of course,” Mingyue replied.

"It seems the more people who split up, the more the ghost will struggle to cope... I should have had the other six split up too, that way the ghost would have taken longer," said Little Rabbit Maru, who suddenly pulled a cell phone out of her pocket. "Oh right, I have my cell phone with me, and Xiao Qiao's number is on it. Should I call them and tell them to split up?"

The only sound in the pitch-black night was the car moving forward; the moon remained silent.

Little Rabbit looked up at the driver's seat, somewhat confused: "What's wrong, Mingyue? You don't want them to..."

However, her words were cut short. She stared wide-eyed at the driver's seat, only to find it empty, yet the car continued to move forward eerily.

The dim streetlights shone through the windshield, and Little Rabbit shook his head violently, staring intently at the driver's seat in the light, but the seat remained empty.

She became frightened and quickly looked around, trying to get out of the still-moving car, only to find that the doors had been locked.

The car, without a driver, kept moving forward. Little Rabbit straightened up slightly, intending to pull the handbrake.

But just then, she suddenly saw the rearview mirror above her head, and in the mirror, she saw a female ghost with disheveled hair and dressed in red sitting next to her.

"Mingyue? What the hell are you doing?" On the empty road, Caoyuan was looking through the windshield at a car that suddenly darted out from another road.

The two cars collided head-on, but fortunately no major accident occurred.

Just as the grassland was filled with doubt and uncertainty, it discovered that the person sitting in the car opposite was a familiar face.

It was already 9:30 pm, and Caoyuan couldn't understand why the bright moon had suddenly appeared here.

He rolled down the car window: "Didn't I tell you not to walk this way? Why are you still walking this way?"

At this moment, Mingyue showed a strange expression, opened the car door, got out of the car, and walked towards this side: "I don't know, I drove south and ended up here, isn't this the south?"

“This is definitely not south,” the grassland said. “This is east. You can’t even tell directions, can you?”

He paused abruptly at this point, then started turning the car key on the steering wheel: "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore. You should change direction and go somewhere else. I'm leaving now."

But then he discovered that the car wouldn't move.

He wondered if it was because of the accident earlier, but the bright moon was walking towards him, getting closer and closer.

As the bright moon drew closer, a thin layer of sweat beaded on Caoyuan's forehead. He felt something was amiss; they had agreed to part ways, yet he had run into the bright moon here.

He couldn't be sure if the person in front of him was a ghost in disguise.

There is a way to immediately determine whether the moon in front of you is a human or a ghost, but you need her to get a little closer...

Cao Yuan nervously kept turning the car key, but the car wouldn't start.

Just then, he heard a knock on the car window. He turned around and saw Mingyue's face appear beside the window: "Your car is broken. Come ride in mine."

The grassland's eyes widened slightly; there was a way to immediately distinguish between the player and the ghost.

That is to try opening the other person's game panel.

Sweat began to roll down Cao Cao's forehead as he realized with horror that he couldn't access the player panel of the person in front of him! It wasn't a player!

(End of this chapter)