Gu Shengyin looked at Qin Chingching.
Having seen the plot, Gu Shengyin knew that Qin Chingching was the only child from a relatively wealthy family.
Perhaps it was in such a family that she developed this kind of temperant.
She feared nothing and assud everything would unfold as she anticipated.
She could actually be called self-centered — anything that didn’t align with her thoughts was wrong.
The novelist and journalist said nothing.
The woman among the white-collar workers also comnted, "Do we need to be so serious? We’ve brought food for several days; it should be enough, right?"
While equally disagreeing, this woman, who had been through years in the workplace, clearly spoke more politely than Qin Chingching.
Leng Shi was not characterized as a warm-hearted big sister but rather as a forthright girl.
She spoke up: "I’m just reminding everyone, none of us really know what the situation at Ghost Castle is like. Facing the unknown, being thoroughly prepared is our biggest guarantee. Anyway, I’ve ntioned it, whether you listen or not is up to you."
Her sharp eyes swept over everyone in the carriage: "I’ve already asked the driver to take us to that village; whether you need to replenish supplies is your own decision. But there’s one thing I’ll say upfront: in case, I’m saying in case, if there really is an unexpected situation and the food runs out, please don’t bla others for not being helpful due to self-interest!"
After saying this, she closed her eyes to rest, ignoring the varied reactions of others.
Everyone looked a bit bewildered by her words.
After all, they were all strangers who had just t; there was always an invisible barrier in their interactions. Normally, everyone acted amiably.
This was the first ti they saw Leng Shi speaking with such stern seriousness.
Qin Chingching’s face didn’t look good; she always felt Gu Shengyin was targeting her.
The journalist’s expression was sowhat serious.
He was skilled at reading cues, with an accurate judge of character.
From the very start, he had seen clearly, among this group of people, the most reliable estimate was still Leng Shi, this seemingly hot and alluring beauty.
Previously, he thought he could see through Leng Shi, but from just now, Zhang Chao felt he couldn’t understand this woman anymore.
The journalist’s intuition had seen him through many crises.
So this ti, he made a decision: follow Leng Shi.
The horror novelist Qing Ge glanced at Gu Shengyin several tis, then lowered his head.
Although Gu Shengyin’s words were unpleasant, her reasoning was spot on.
Being fully prepared can never go wrong.
The couple seed to be discussing sothing softly.
Soon, they arrived at the village.
This small village looked very clean and tidy, and no one seed surprised to see a stranger’s vehicle pull in.
Gu Shengyin was the first to get off the car, carrying her large hiking bag.
She looked at an aunt who was squinting, enjoying the sun, and asked, "Excuse , Auntie. I wanted to ask, do you have any shops here?"
The aunt lazily raised her head and said, "Go right, it’s the third house."
It was unexpectedly standard Mandarin.
Gu Shengyin felt pleased: "Thank you, Auntie."
She walked toward the place the aunt pointed to.
Behind her, Zhang Chao and Qing Ge also got off the car.
The couple seed to hesitate, but the man also got off with a backpack.
Only Qin Chingching and the other woman remained.
Probably because girls tend to follow the crowd, the other girl also said to Qin Chingching, "Chingching, why don’t you go buy sothing too?"
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