Jing Minghe nodded and said, "Now, let's take those sixteen blood jade pestles outside."
With that, he stood up first, naturally reaching out to grab Chi Hao, and said to everyone, "Let's go, let's try it first, and if it doesn't work, we'll think of other ways."
Ke Wuwen packed the sixteen blood jade pestles and asked Jing Minghe, "Idol, are we only taking these sixteen blood jade pestles? What about the mirror and the seal pattern?"
"Bring the mirror, as for the seal pattern, one of you can put it away, you probably won't need it."
So, everyone left the thatched hut together and followed Jing Minghe all the way to the path leading to the village and the mass grave. Halfway there, Jing Minghe stopped.
"This should be fine," Jing Minghe said, turning back to Ke Wuwen and the others. "Place all the blood jade pestles on the ground. Wuwen and Sister Yumi, you arrange the blood jade pestles in the middle. Brother Tong and Brother Jiang, you guard behind them. Hao Ge and I will watch from the front and be alert to our surroundings at all times."
Ke Wuwen arranged the blood jade pestles while asking, "Idol, will those evil spirits come looking for us?"
Jing Minghe nodded, "The thatched hut is a safe zone, but the path is not. This should be a partially overlapping area as well. In any case, it's better to be careful, we can't afford to fail at the last hurdle."
Upon hearing Jing Minghe's words, everyone immediately became vigilant, maintaining their highest level of caution, daring not to slack off in the slightest.
"Idol, they're all arranged," Ke Wuwen whispered, "What do we do next?"
Jing Minghe only replied with one word: "Wait."
"Wait?" Ke Wuwen was confused and asked doubtfully, "Wait for what?"
"I don't know," Jing Minghe explained, "Actually, I'm not very sure about this method. According to my previous observations, the writing on the foreheads of possessed people gradually appears during the day and completely disappears at night. In other words, at the turn of day and night, their names on their foreheads will go from nothing to something, and from something to nothing. In short, this is the phenomenon I can see, but it might also be due to other reasons, so I can't be sure, I can only try."
Tong Zheng heard this and immediately said, "Having a method is better than having no method. Minghe, don't feel any pressure. As long as you say it, we are all willing to do it."
"Thank you for your trust, Brother Tong."
Tong Zheng quickly said, "You can't thank me. This time, we are all relying on you."
Jing Minghe smiled and said, "It's not entirely my credit, I need everyone's cooperation too."
"Haha," Tong Zheng laughed heartily, "I believe we will have many more opportunities to cooperate in the future."
Jing Minghe responded, "Yes, I believe so too."
Tong Zheng was a good person, and Jing Minghe hoped to always be teammates with someone like him.
Ke Wuwen also wanted to say the same thing to Jing Minghe as Tong Zheng, but he had an important task now and had to carefully monitor any subtle changes on the blood jade pestles, absolutely not letting the idol's guess be in vain!
This was the greatest trust in the idol.
As the moment of day and night transition drew closer, everyone's attention was extremely focused, and everyone's heart was hanging high, daring not to slack off in the slightest.
However, one person was an exception.
Although Jing Minghe's eyes were blind, he was still trying his best to observe his surroundings, in case he could see something?
As for Chi Hao, he was completely out of the game. His gaze was always on Jing Minghe's eyes.
Chi Hao never thought he would die in such a boring game. Therefore, when he first entered the City of Death, he was very confident that he would have nothing to worry about. He could casually play these boring dungeon games, or leave alive, or wander here endlessly. Either way, it made no difference to him.
But now he was very worried. He was worried that Jing Minghe's eyes would never see again, and what if he couldn't protect him? After all, Jing Minghe was definitely not the type of person who would accept protection from others.
Chi Hao felt a headache. When he realized he was worrying about Jing Minghe, he realized another important thing, which was, why was he worrying about Jing Minghe so much?
What did this inexplicable possessiveness and desire to protect Jing Minghe mean?
Chi Hao was not an ignorant youth, nor a three-year-old child. Although such emotions came out of nowhere, they were not incomprehensible. On the contrary, it was precisely because he understood them that he felt something was terribly wrong.
He had to admit that Jing Minghe indeed had many attractive qualities, especially for him. Moreover, Jing Minghe's personal charm was self-evident, otherwise, why would the people around him, who had only known him for a day or two, be unconsciously drawn to him.
"Jing Minghe."
Chi Hao silently called out the name, reaching into his pocket and fiddling with the blue storage bead. Recently, another memory he had no recollection of appeared in his mind.
A strange man mentioned the name "Minghe" to him.
It was a very brief memory, only about five or six seconds. The man said to him, "Minghe is a good kid, take good care of him."
Minghe? Did he mean Jing Minghe? Or was it just a coincidence of names? Or, were those memories that inexplicably entered his mind not his at all?
Who was that strange man? Someone who could speak to him in that tone must be a very familiar person, but he felt like a stranger.
This made Chi Hao even more suspicious of the authenticity of the memory. But when he thought that it might be related to Jing Minghe, and if this memory really didn't belong to him, he felt very unhappy.
"Idol!"
Ke Wuwen's shout pulled Chi Hao back from his contemplation.
"Idol, idol, come quickly, there are words! Other words have appeared on the blood jade pestles! But they are flashing, and it's not clear what the words are."
Jing Minghe grunted and said, "It's okay, let's wait a bit longer."
The others waited for another five or six minutes, and the words on the blood jade pestles finally fully appeared.
Others could see them, but Jing Minghe could not.
After looking at a few, Ke Wuwen turned to Jing Minghe and said, "Idol, these are the names of those exotic beasts. Do we need to find the names of the seven exotic beasts displayed on the seal pattern among them?"
"Yes," Jing Minghe, unable to see, did not go forward to join the excitement and only said, "You guys look for them, find them and put them aside separately. I'll pay attention to the surrounding situation, hurry up."
The large black bag had several layers. Yumi specifically took out two layers to hold the correct blood jade pestles they found.
The tails of the blood jade pestles originally had directions, which saved them a lot of time.
However, even so, they did not find all the correct blood jade pestles before the group of evil spirits arrived.
"They're here!"
Tong Zheng, who was helping Ke Wuwen and Yumi find the blood jade pestles, immediately stood up in a defensive posture when he heard the sound.