Chapter 1 The Tables Turn

Upon hearing this, Fatty, hands on his hips, berated the chairman, "Whose fault is it that you're short on people? As Mr. Lu Xun said, 'A just cause attracts much support, an unjust one finds little.'"

Jiang Cheng's first reaction was to shut him up, disgusted by his lack of decorum.

However, the chairman, mocked by Fatty, suddenly smiled, giving Fatty goosebumps. "Heh, you said it."

After saying this, the chairman's expression suddenly became strange. He slowly inhaled, extending both hands, palms up, in front of him. Shao Tong's eyes began to tremble uncontrollably, then abruptly flipped, revealing a pair of silver eyes in the chairman's sockets.

"Careful, he's getting serious!"

Water Lord slowly stepped forward, his face exceptionally grave. As one of the few who had escaped the chairman's grasp, he knew the man's terror and had witnessed the chairman's true horror. If it hadn't been for that person last time, he would probably have been devoured by the chairman.

Hearing Water Lord's evaluation, Fatty was dumbfounded and blurted out, "Damn, so he was just playing with you guys before? Why didn't you say so!"

Water Lord glared at him. "What's there to fear? This old man isn't made of clay. With me and that little brother here, I don't believe he can turn the world upside down all by himself?"

"I'm relieved to hear you say that, Senior." Being glared at by Water Lord, Fatty's heart pounded, but with Water Lord's promise and his unwavering belief in Wu's strength, Fatty still believed that the odds were in their favor.

He looked around and suddenly realized that Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie were missing. After searching for a long time, he finally found them behind a thick vine.

Tang Qisheng had somehow produced three incense sticks, lit them, and was constantly worshiping in all directions, muttering something under his breath.

Zhu Jie knelt on the ground, hands clasped, looking very pious.

"What are you doing here?" Fatty was dumbfounded by the scene before him.

"Brother Fugui, we're using our hometown's folk methods to bless everyone and help us get through this tribulation safely. Why don't you come and worship too? I heard that as long as you're sincere, it's very effective." Tang Qisheng tremblingly tried to hand the incense to Fatty.

Fatty was worried that Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie were up to no good, so he grabbed Tang Qisheng's clothes and pulled him toward the others, saying as he pulled, "I'm telling you, none of this is useful. Worshipping those gods is not as good as worshipping my brother, that guy in black in the sky, you see him? The one with the knife. And you, come back with me first, and don't leave our sight!"

Keeping an eye on these two was the doctor's task for him. The doctor's little brain needed to be used in more important places. Based on experience, he knew the doctor must be brewing something.

As the chairman entered a strange state, the atmosphere became oppressive. Shattered human faces appeared around the chairman, but this time, the faces were no longer in pain, but showed the kind of smile that came after a successful conspiracy. Wu's several tentative attacks were blocked by the faces. Water Lord did not dare to act rashly because he had to protect Jiang Cheng and the others.

It seemed that the chairman was injured, and Wu and Water Lord temporarily had the upper hand, but Wu and Water Lord were also in bad shape. The blow that interrupted the old chairman earlier had directly injured the two of them at their core.

Finally, under the chairman's best efforts, those seemingly illusory human faces gradually took shape. Jiang Cheng's eyes flickered. He actually felt that some of these human faces looked familiar.

The next second, he immediately looked at the people around him, the "guests" in the building. After scanning his eyes, sure enough, he found the source of the familiarity. The owners of some of the faces were mixed among the "guests."

No, that's not right!

Those faces belonged to these "guests," but he didn't know what means the chairman used to take them away. As the smiles on the faces became more and more exaggerated, the originally sluggish "guests" in the building also began to move. They were also smiling, all raising their heads, the smiles becoming more and more exaggerated, but strangely without making any sound. Everyone in the building was laughing, but there was not a single sound, the strangeness of the scene was beyond description.

And as their smiles completely overlapped with the human faces in the air, the human faces seemed to have life, falling from the air, accurately covering the corresponding human faces. The two faces merged, and the next second, this person seemed to be injected with a soul, and a not-weak aura instantly rose.

As the faces fell, more and more "guests" came alive and began to surround them. Zhu Jie, who saw this scene through the gaps in the vines, turned pale, his eyes full of disbelief. "Succubus, Skin Peeler, Mad Taoist, and... that's... that's Evil Scholar! It can't be him!"

Fatty instantly became alert. "You know these people?"

Zhu Jie ignored him, looking at the surrounding crowd with horror, so frightened that he could not speak clearly. "How... how could I not know them? These are all famous disciples who have been around for a long time, but... but it is said that many of them were killed by the Night Watchmen a long time ago. How could they... how could they be here?"

Looking around, there were at least hundreds of people in the crowd, and there were also figures shaking in the darkness in the distance. The current situation was already very clear. These people were all captured by the chairman, and they were probably all dead. If this haunted building was compared to a plant, then these guys were nutrients.

Fatty, who was just laughing at the chairman's lack of people, wanted to slap himself. His mouth was like it had been blessed, good things don't work, bad things do. The doctor once told Huai Yi that if you want to gamble, you must buy the opposite of Fatty in the casino, and you will live in a villa by the sea. But if you want to bet your life, you must bet the same as him.

Before Fatty could continue thinking, one of the closest people attacked first. This person was an old lady with crutches, wearing a blue shroud, looking very clumsy, but when she jumped into the air, everyone knew how agile she was.

The old lady opened her mouth, and her toothless mouth grew bigger and bigger, exceeding the limit of human beings. Finally, an extremely frightening scene appeared. The cry of a baby actually came from the old lady's throat, and a baby's head wriggled out.

But before Fatty had time to be afraid, a gust of wind swept past. A huge mud hand waved, directly slapping the old lady, along with the strange baby crawling out of her mouth, to the ground like swatting a fly. Then, the mud giant, who appeared from nowhere, strode over everyone's heads and trampled the twitching old lady flat with one foot.

"How dare you commit such petty offenses in front of me!"

The mud giant strode out, and the whistling sound from his mouth was Water Lord's voice.