Chapter 105: Discovered

Feng Yang turned around to look at me, shaking his head gently before speaking softly, "Before, I wanted to run away, but now, I don't want to. Rather than fleeing, I’d rather find out exactly what happened. My junior brother must not have died in vain."

Seeing Feng Yang like this, I knew there was no point in persuading him to escape. In truth, I also wanted to understand what was really going on.

What exactly was hidden in that backyard?

I had a lingering feeling that the backyard might be where the innkeeper buried a corpse last night. Although the people of Huamei Village were few and not even human, there couldn’t have been just a handful of yin-yang masters passing through here. Feng Yang’s junior brother was killed right in that place. Putting aside the strange occurrences surrounding the waiter, just the fact that Feng Yang’s junior brother was murdered and then dragged into the backyard by the innkeeper explained a great deal.

I even began to wonder if there was more to that little house.

Why did the innkeeper claim he was me? And the waiter begged me for mercy—nonsense. I had no such authority. All of this left me utterly bewildered.

“Let’s go. It’s obvious you want to know what really happened at this inn,” Feng Yang said.

I nodded.

At that moment, I felt an overwhelming urge to rush back into the restroom, where I had seen that eye before—the eye that could absorb a person’s vital energy. It was anything but ordinary.

“No one’s here. Let’s go!” Feng Yang said.

Following closely behind him, I felt much safer. Throughout the entire process, I was passive, simply following along.

Descending the stairs, the whole inn was deserted; not a single soul was around. When we reached the counter, the innkeeper was nowhere to be seen.

I glanced back and noticed the innkeeper’s ledger, where my name was written in bold red characters. Seeing my name in that bloody red hue stirred a strange curiosity within me.

Beside me were Feng Yang and Liu Cheng.

It seemed the burly yin-yang master who died was named Liu Cheng.

At the same time, I noticed something else: the names of Liu Cheng and Feng Yang were written in gray, unlike mine, which was marked in red. Scanning the rest of the names, they were all gray—none were red.

Could it be…

“Let’s go!” Feng Yang whispered, breaking my thoughts.

He was careful, methodical—typical of a human yin-yang master.

I slowly walked toward the backyard. Behind the inn lay a large courtyard, empty except for a small house at the edge.

This little house was strange. Perhaps I hadn’t paid close attention last night, but now I saw clearly that it was surrounded by iron bars, with only a small gate to enter.

The iron fence encircled the house, making it stand out distinctly in the backyard.

“This is the house,” Feng Yang said, pointing at the very same building I had been staring at in disbelief. I nodded. No further explanation was needed; the house was right before us.

As Feng Yang and I approached, a hoarse, aged voice stopped us.

“You can’t go in there!”

Without turning around, I knew it was the innkeeper. Naturally, neither of us heeded his warning and stepped forward.

“If you want to die, go ahead! No one will stop you!” he snarled.

Hearing this, we halted and turned to face the innkeeper.

He looked at me and grinned—a smile that made me want to punch him just to shatter that face. Not for any other reason, but because he looked exactly like me.

The first time I saw him, it felt like looking in a mirror; now that feeling was even stronger.

“You!” Feng Yang’s face changed dramatically as he witnessed this. He looked back and forth between the innkeeper and me, speechless.

“We… we are the same person! How can you, a mere yin-yang master, disrupt our plans?”

Plans?

That word froze me in place.

What plans?

How could I have never known of any plans laid out by myself?

“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked.

Taking a deep breath, with the innkeeper standing before me, I no longer hesitated to voice my burning questions.

He smiled hoarsely and took a step toward me.

Though wary, I stood my ground without flinching.

“Don’t you remember me?” His voice was raspy, yet tinged with excitement and anticipation. Why such emotion?

Suddenly, my expression darkened as I sensed a murderous intent radiating from him as he advanced.

“Did we know each other before?” I asked, seizing the moment to take a few steps toward Feng Yang, who gripped his peachwood sword tightly, his face brimming with caution. I couldn’t help but smile wryly; apparently, Feng Yang now considered me a threat.

“Of course we did. This inn belongs to you. I stayed here for your sake. Don’t you know what’s inside that house?” he said.

I stared blankly at the man identical to me, sensing the confusion in his eyes.

I was equally stunned. It seemed we truly were mirror images.

“Hmph!” The innkeeper eyed me with keen interest.

Seizing the moment, Feng Yang leapt over the iron fence and kicked at the small house’s door.

“Looking for death!” The innkeeper’s voice rang out from nearby, sending a chill down my spine, crawling from head to toe.

Before I could react, the innkeeper—my double—stood in front of Feng Yang, blocking his way.

Feng Yang shouted fiercely, “Get inside the house now!”