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The morning sunlight seemed unable to dispel the doubts and fears lingering in Scar Monkey's heart.
Yet, the journey had to continue. The group readied themselves for the day ahead, which involved traversing through dense forest.
This time, Scar Monkey was determined not to play the role of the rear guard any longer; instead, he walked at the forefront alongside Ming Ming Liang.
Ming Ming Liang continued her discussion with Miao Lang about cosmetic surgery.
Ever since Miao Lang's identity as a plastic surgeon had been revealed, he found himself surrounded by many Beautiful Donkeys at every event.
The Beautiful Donkeys always urged him to analyze which parts of their faces needed enhancement. To them, it seemed that all women in the world should aspire to look like Kim Hee-sun, uniform and identical.
Ming Ming Liang was quite beautiful herself, yet she still made an effort to delve into topics related to cosmetic surgery.
Miao Lang said, "Cosmetic surgery isn't as simple as the advertisements make it seem. Time will leave its marks on your face; your skin and muscles will gradually change with the passage of time, but the artificial enhancements won't. So once you undergo surgery, you'll need to have it done again every few years to keep up with the changes that time brings."
Ming Ming Liang replied, "Is that so? Then I think I'll pass; maintaining my current state seems just fine. If you think about it carefully, those who undergo surgery must have strong psychological resilience. Otherwise, seeing a different face reflected in the mirror during a midnight trip to the bathroom would be quite terrifying, wouldn't it?"
Behind Scar Monkey, Wuchang Ghost suddenly took long strides forward, seemingly eager to escape the mundane conversation.
His tall stature and long legs allowed him to quickly surpass Feng Wuhen, who was leading the group. Ignoring Feng Wuhen's attempts to dissuade him, he pressed on ahead.
The dense foliage soon enveloped his figure and his large 70-liter backpack, leaving only the faint sound of rustling footsteps behind—he was moving fast!
As the Wuchang Ghost passed by the Scar Monkey, the Scar Monkey noticed a Cinnabar mole on the palm of Wuchang Ghost's left hand as he brushed aside the branches.
The Scar Monkey had once read a book on physiognomy, which stated that a person with a black mole on their palm possesses a fate tied to officialdom; however, if the mole is Cinnabar, that person is—human-faced but demon-hearted!
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have thought much of this mole.
But after the events of last night, the sight of it sent a chill down his spine. He stood frozen in place for quite some time.
Feng Wuhen shouted into the Handheld Radio, “Calling Wuchang Ghost! Calling Wuchang Ghost! Don’t move so fast, stay with the group! Stand by and wait for us; we’ll be there soon!”
Suddenly, Scar Monkey rushed forward and snatched the Handheld Radio from him!
Feng Wuhen looked bewildered and asked, “What… what are you doing?”
Scar Monkey replied, “Don’t call him anymore. Just… let him go ahead. Last night, I saw two of him… there’s definitely something wrong!”
Feng Wuhen, Miao Lang, Ming Ming Liang, and Xiao Huihui were all taken aback.
Seeing “two of him,” what could that possibly mean?
This time, Scar Monkey finally recounted everything he had witnessed last night in full detail.
Except for Ming Ming Liang, who remained silent, the others spoke in unison: “You must have been hallucinating or something. Either that or Wuchang Ghost was trying to scare you. After running off, he quietly slipped back into the tent.”
Scar Monkey sighed deeply. People in this era had been completely formatted by materialism, and they no longer believed in such bizarre things.
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