"This old inn is a decent place, just too run-down—not even an internet connection. Would’ve been nice to call over a couple of girls for some fun."
Zhang Fafu lay on the bed after his shower, flipping on the shabby TV.
Nearing forty, pudgy and broad-faced, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. Yet in a county near Bao’ya City, he was infamous—known as **Great Immortal Zhang**.
Using sleight-of-hand tricks to fake supernatural hauntings, he had swindled countless families into ruin. For four years, his scams went unchecked.
But what did exposure matter now? He’d already amassed a fortune. After lying low in this old inn for two months, he could vanish into another district and live happily ever after. No one could touch him.
Suddenly, the TV screen flickered. The colorful image turned grayscale, emitting a piercing static noise. The only thing visible was an ancient well.
Then—a pale hand reached out from the well!
Zhang Fafu frowned and smacked the TV twice. In his experience, a good whack fixed most technical issues.
The screen shuddered from his blows. The hand, halfway out of the well, lost its grip and plunged back into the water with a *splash*.
"Damn it!"
"Oh, I get it. This must be an old black-and-white show. Must’ve stumbled onto some horror flick."
Still oblivious, Zhang Fafu—who had spent years terrifying others with fake ghosts—never imagined the tables would turn on him.
"You fat bastard, I’ll chop off your filthy hands!"
"How does the TV know I’m fat? Unless…"
His face stiffened as realization dawned.
On-screen, a woman with long black hair, a white gown, and a face drained of color crawled spider-like from the well. Black blood oozed from her lips as she inched closer to the screen.
Black liquid seeped from the TV, and the room plunged into a bone-chilling cold.
"Gh—GHOST!"
He bolted for the door—only to find the hallway beyond far more horrifying.
Desperate screams, the sobs of shattered minds, futile pleas for mercy—each sound was unique yet universally terrifying.
The monsters’ laughter, twisted and varied, made Zhang Fafu wonder if he’d stumbled into hell.
Miss Zhao, who had scammed desperate people out of their life savings by selling fake tea online, was pinned beneath a monstrous insect, shrieking in despair.
A cold-blooded hitman hired by a demolition company dangled upside-down from a red-assed baboon’s grip, a steel wool pad poised for action beside rubber bands and menthol balm.
The CEO of a pyramid scheme sat blank-faced before an angel, forced to listen to scriptures of creation. A single lapse in attention earned him a slap.
And Wang, the local thug who robbed women of their dignity but never their wallets, lay strapped to a table. A bunny-eared girl sharpened her knife, preparing for a *very* specific surgery…
A single glance told Zhang Fafu: this inn had become a den of monsters. There was no escape.
Then—two icy, slimy arms wrapped around his neck. A face with no eyes rested on his shoulder.
"Come back inside, *fatty*."
Before he could beg, an irresistible force yanked him into the room. The door slammed shut, sealing him off from the world.
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After meditating for about half an hour, Wen Wen rubbed his eyes and sat up. The inn was still buzzing with activity.
"Alright, alright. Fun’s over. Bring everyone to me."
The chaos died instantly. Monsters herded the inn’s residents forward, depositing them at Wen Wen’s feet.
They’d obeyed his orders—no fatalities. But a few were missing limbs, and half had been scared out of their minds.
"Tsk tsk. You all had quite the party, huh?"
The monsters chuckled darkly. Locked up in the containment facility for so long, this half-hour of madness had been pure bliss.
Wen Wen laughed along before turning to the Faceless Demon beside him.
"Hey, Faceless, tally up which idiots went too far. Their homework for the next ten days—*double* the usual."
The monsters’ glee turned to wails. After such a rare opportunity, which one *hadn’t* indulged a little too much?
Aside from the civilians, Juemo and his three companions had also been captured.
Wen Wen had no qualms about Juemo and Tong Zhuangzhuang—straight into containment they went, joining the other monsters.
But the bucktoothed old security guard, the disabled old lady from the third floor, and Mai Xiaodou’s trio posed a dilemma.
After some thought, Wen Wen hauled the old lady and Mai Xiaodou into containment as well—though only temporarily.
He planned to implant them with chains later, assigning them mundane tasks within the facility. At least they’d have shelter.
As for the bucktoothed old guard…
Wen Wen smirked. "I like you. Want a job? Become one of my employees."
The old guard glanced at the surrounding monsters and forced a bitter smile. "Do I have a choice?"
"You can try refusing."
Wen Wen handed him a **Containment Officer Contract**, his tone laced with threat.
With a sigh, the old guard signed.
The facility would enhance its officers’ physiques. Soon, those unsightly buckteeth would be gone.
And Wen Wen finally learned his name: **Feng Baosheng**.
"Alright, Feng Baosheng. Your first task: pick out the twenty worst people here."
"Understood, boss."
Feng Baosheng’s eyes glowed eerily as he moved through the crowd, unerringly selecting twenty individuals.
Once done, his eyes returned to normal. He gasped for breath—identifying so many at once had strained him.
Wen Wen waved a hand, dragging the twenty into containment. New jailers for the facility.
As for the rest?
He pulled out a **Memory Eraser** and wiped their minds one by one. Then, he had them tied up and delivered to the local police station.
The cops would be thrilled tonight—their clearance rate was about to skyrocket.