Unexpectedly, the newcomer didn't possess the awe-inspiring aura of an ancient hero, nor did they deliver a harsh line about claiming someone's life that very night upon entering.

On the contrary, the newcomer jumped in with a rather undignified posture, hugging themselves tightly with both arms, rubbing vigorously while complaining, "Damn, it's too cold! I should've worn a jacket. Speaking of which..." Wei Jinting raised his head, looked at Wu standing before him, licked his lips, and said, "Could you lend me a jacket first?"

"You have no idea, I was just standing there for a moment, nearly froze to death," he babbled on, even though Wu hadn't said a word.

"Hehe." Wei Jinting narrowed his eyes, his constantly shivering body returning to normal. He sized Wu up and down, his gaze like that of a wolf seeing blood. "Looks like I wasn't wrong after all. This door has already mutated, otherwise... it wouldn't have given birth to a guy like you."

"Save me..." A faint, ethereal female voice drifted over. The woman before the canvas suddenly became agitated upon seeing someone arrive, her voice hoarse as she pleaded, "Please... please save me!"

Ignoring Wu, Wei Jinting looked towards the woman in the living room. After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.

"Looks like this is Miss Lin Chen." He greeted with a smile, "Hello, Miss Lin Chen, I'm Wei Jinting. Don't worry, I'll kill you all in a moment, so you won't have to suffer anymore."

Wu remained calm, staring at the uninvited Wei Jinting. He sensed a familiar scent emanating from the other man.

Seeing the canvas before Lin Chen, and the aura of despair radiating from within, Wei Jinting understood the mystery.

"Impressive ability." Wei Jinting narrowed his eyes, sizing up Wu as he said, "You can even turn the people you kill into new Weird Tales. Rare."

"So you're a disciple of this door. It's just that your fusion with this door seems to be higher than I imagined." He took off the backpack behind him, reached in with one hand, and said with a grin, "Courtesy demands reciprocity. I've also prepared two little gifts for you."

He pulled two heads from the backpack and, like bowling balls, rolled them along the floor towards Wu's feet.

One even deviated from its path, hitting the nearby wall with a "thud."

The heads bared their teeth, expressions of extreme pain. What was even more terrifying was that their faces were twitching slightly. They were just heads, but they weren't dead yet.

"You can't kill me with these little guys." Wei Jinting stood with his hands on his hips, commenting in a condescending tone, "I'm giving you some face, only tearing off their heads. It's just that their cries of pain were annoying, so I had to sew up their mouths and eyes."

"My family was poor when I was young, and there were many siblings, so I learned some needlework." Wei Jinting narrowed his eyes and asked with a measured tone, "Brother Wu, are you satisfied with my craftsmanship?"

As if hearing Wei Jinting mention them, the expressions of the two ghost heads became even more pained. Their eyelids, mouths, and noses were sewn shut with relatively thin hemp rope. The rough, dense stitches were terrifying to behold.

They had clearly suffered inhuman torture.

"Too bad they have no sense of humor. I even sang nursery rhymes to coax them while I sewed!" Wei Jinting grumbled with dissatisfaction. "They're still screaming. Not cute at all. No wonder they're so ugly."

One of the two ghosts had crawled out of a computer; the other had been caught at a café that afternoon.

"You have that same scent." Wu didn't seem interested in the two ghosts' plight. He looked at Wei Jinting and said indifferently, "Like those two people, you carry a door within you."

"We're all disciples, then." Wei Jinting said with a smile, "But we're different from you," he said casually while glancing in Lin Chen's direction, seemingly hinting at something.

After a moment, Wu suddenly smiled. "So that Liu Guo from this afternoon was actually after you."

"That's right, that's right. Night Watchers, aren't they specifically here to catch oddities like us?" Wei Jinting seemed to have thought of something as he said fiercely, "Since ancient times, good and evil have been irreconcilable. I can tolerate anything else, but these damned guys even broke my toys."

After speaking, he covered his mouth and chuckled. "Luckily, I came prepared." He reached into his pocket, took out something, and expertly pulled it over his face, aligning the various holes.

Wu nodded, seemingly understanding why Liu Guo had tried to eliminate Lu Huaxu last time. It seemed they had mistaken Lu Huaxu for the person in front of him.

"Huff--" Wei Jinting exhaled a long breath, saying with feeling, "It feels good to put on my battle robe. My combat strength will increase by at least 50 percent like this." He stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and drawled, "After all... I also rely on my face to make a living!"

He was wearing a stocking over his head, with only a few holes torn at the positions of his mouth, nose, and eyes.

It looked quite comical.

"So you want to seize my door," Wu said. "But I don't sense the other two people's auras. Are you here alone?"

"Can't I satisfy you all by myself?" Wei Jinting said with feigned exaggeration. "You're such a pervert, you need four people together."

Without another word, a giant album appeared before Wu in the next second. The album was nearly as tall as a person. Then, to Wei Jinting's shock, a blade was drawn from the album.

The blade had no sheath, and the clear, bright light of the blade rippled like water, cutting the small room into fragmented pieces.

The instant Wu gripped the blade, Wei Jinting's smile vanished at a visible rate. He pursed his lips, considered it for a long time, and then asked softly, "What if I just leave right now? Just pretend I wasn't here. How about that?"

Wu shook his head, looking at Wei Jinting as if he were admiring a beauty. "You haven't satisfied me yet." Wu held the blade to his side, the blade pointing at Wei Jinting.

"The door within you is quite good," Wu said, clenching the blade's hilt. "I'll dig it out."

A chilling aura spread throughout the surroundings. The giant album stood tall behind Wu, with flowing light sweeping across it from time to time, like a giant tombstone.

"Looks like there's no room for negotiation." Wei Jinting began to unbuckle his belt with a huff. Then, tugging at his pants, he lowered his head and shouted inside, "What are you doing, little cutie? Can't you see I'm being bullied? Hurry up, come out and fight!"

Immediately afterward, another chilling aura appeared in the room, as if two giant beasts had simultaneously opened their eyes in the darkness.

Wei Jinting's body began to make clicking sounds, especially his face. The skin and blood vessels under the stocking seemed to be wriggling.

When he opened his eyes again, a pair of deep red pupils seemed to be flowing with bloody light.