After moving Shi Yuhuai into the real dark room, Mu Qiu happily clapped his hands and closed the door.
"Brother Huai, from now on you're just a useless cannon fodder. Once our group performance officially starts and Brother Cheng opens this door, you'll see daylight again. You must endure, hang in there!"
Shi Yuhuai signaled with his eyes: Get lost.
Once the door was shut, Mu Qiu stood on the steps and did the second thing, inquiring about Zhu Qi's identity.
"You've returned to replace Brother Huai's identity, right? So the role originally planned for Brother Huai in our story will now be shifted to you?"
"No."
Zhu Qi pulled out a piece of paper from his wide sleeve.
Those who still had vivid memories of his "self-brought corpse guide" flinched.
He glanced at the paper briefly, stuffed it back, and said, "I'm just Brother Huai's stand-in, here to help share some of the roles, basically a so-called tool man, substituting Brother Huai to wander outside.
