Chapter 1 The President is Not Dead

The president had lost. They had finally won the chance to live, but the Watchers, without their leader, were like a flock of dragons without a head, suffering a heavy blow. By all accounts, this was a victory worth celebrating, but those present felt little joy. Shao Tong was dead, his corpse still lying there, slowly being soaked in his own blood.

It wasn't just because of Shao Tong's death. Through Shao Tong, Fatty Jiangcheng seemed to see a past version of himself.

Fatty proposed giving Shao Tong a proper burial, and Jiangcheng agreed. Just then, a discordant voice came from above, "Um... are you guys not busy now? Could you let us down first? We've been hanging here for so long."

Only then did everyone realize that Huai Yi and Wang Qi were still hanging above. But the next second, Jiangcheng and the others realized something was wrong. The ghost building had already collapsed, so why were the ropes holding the two of them still there? Moreover, the ropes went straight up, disappearing into the vague mist above.

More importantly, Wu, who had killed the president, showed no signs of sheathing his blade. The sword hung down, its edge glinting with a cold light.

Master Shui chuckled softly. "I say, President, this isn't fun. You can fool these people, but can you fool me and this little brother?"

"Hehe, I can smell that scent on you even with my eyes closed. Don't forget, you used this trick back then, otherwise..." Master Shui's expression hardened, "That person would have already killed you."

Fatty was shocked by these words, and it took him a while to recover. He immediately moved closer to the doctor, especially Wu Yingying, and looked around warily. "What's going on? The president... the president isn't dead?"

"Of course, this guy's schemes and calculations are probably no less than this little brother's." Master Shui glanced at Jiangcheng while joking, but there seemed to be something strange hidden in his eyes.

Wu disappeared without warning, then instantly appeared beside Huai Yi and Wang Qi. A blood-red baleful aura appeared on the blade, and then he cut the ropes, rescuing the two.

The severed ropes instantly turned into a cloud of black mist that dissipated, emitting a strong stench. Taking a whiff made one's head spin, and there were faint wails coming from the mist.

Seeing this scene, Huai Yi felt a chill run down his spine. Even Wu, who he saw as a savior, was so cautious when facing these ropes, which showed just how evil this thing was. Of course, Wu was more concerned about Huai Yi and Wang Qi being harmed.

"Thank you, thank you Wu..."

Huai Yi was moved beyond words, but Wu didn't bother with him at all. He casually tossed him and Wang Qi next to Jiangcheng.

Seeing that Huai Yi and Wang Qi were safe and sound, Fatty was the happiest. Huai Yi, with tears streaming down his face, began to recount the grievances he had suffered recently, how he had faced torture with unwavering loyalty, refusing to reveal even a single piece of information.

In the end, Wang Qi couldn't stand it anymore and exposed Huai Yi's boasting, saying directly that this kid had been yelling about surrendering on the first day he was captured, but he hadn't succeeded because the other side didn't like him.

Huai Yi immediately became unhappy, shouting that he was emulating King Goujian of Yue, enduring hardship and humiliation in order to infiltrate the enemy and cooperate with Jiang-ge (older brother Jiang) and Fugui-ge (older brother Fugui) to uproot the Watchers.

Based on his understanding of Huai Yi, Fatty believed that what Wang Qi said was probably true, but this didn't affect Fatty's good mood. The brothers were together again, and everyone was alive, which was the most important thing.

"Everyone, split into teams of a few people and search together. This president definitely hasn't run far. He's hiding among these corpses." Master Shui sneered, "This little trick can't fool my old eyes."

Hearing this, Huai Yi, who had just caught his breath, immediately chickened out, shrinking his neck and asking, "Old Immortal, you're not joking, are you? Let us search? If he's cornered, we'll..."

Huai Yi's "Old Immortal" restored a lot of face to Master Shui, who had just been beaten miserably. Master Shui stroked his few remaining whiskers with great enjoyment, and the more he looked at Huai Yi, the more pleasing he found him. "Young man, I, this old man, think your mouth... your bones are quite good. I'll make an exception and teach you. Now that the ghost building has been destroyed, this president is practically useless. His strength is now less than that of an ordinary person. What, can't you even deal with an ordinary person?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huai Yi grabbed a long sword from the ground, the kind that dancing girls used for entertainment, with sword tassels attached. Wielding the long sword, Huai Yi slashed a few times in the air, his face full of heroism. "Old Immortal, you should have said so sooner! This young master has been holding back a bellyful of anger. I just didn't have the chance before. I've been wanting to meet this damn president for a long time!"

Wang Qi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He didn't want to comment, but the thought that he had once been hung together with this kind of person made him feel that his life was over, a shame that could never be erased.

"By the way, I must remind you to carefully check every corpse. If you let him escape, with that guy's abilities, I'm afraid it won't be long before he makes a comeback." Master Shui seemed to have thought of something, and his tone became much more cautious.

Huai Yi revealed a sinister smile, wielding his sword and eager to try. "Old Immortal, you've come to the right person for this! This young master is the most reliable when it comes to this kind of thing. Don't worry, I'll chop up all the corpses! If an earthworm crawls out, I'll cut it in half with one sword, vertically! Even if I find an egg, I'll scramble the yolk!"

Jiangcheng looked at Huai Yi's excited appearance and his professional level of expertise, and couldn't help but sigh that if this guy had been born a few decades earlier, he would definitely have been a traitor, a great loss to the ranks of the collaborators.

Wu and Master Shui did not participate in the search. One hovered in mid-air, and the other followed behind the search team. The two oversaw the overall situation, preventing the president from escaping again with some trick.

After witnessing Huai Yi dismembering a corpse that was deader than dead, Jiangcheng and Fatty decided to stay away from him to avoid getting splattered with blood.

After dealing with the eighth corpse in the same brutal manner, a corpse not far away suddenly moved. This corpse was relatively intact compared to the other corpses, except for a missing skull.

The corpse swayed and stood up, its unfamiliar face bearing an indescribable strange expression.

Huai Yi was energized by this scene, pulling the nicked sword out of the corpse with a look of eagerness.

"Why did you come out?" Jiangcheng feigned surprise.

The strange corpse curled its lips into a bitter smile, then looked at Huai Yi. From its dark mouth came the president's voice, "Your friend seems to be very good at doing this kind of thing, so I think I'd better not trouble him."