He could only stretch his imagination so far because he then watched as the person in front of him accepted the blow, their right hand gripping his blade, pale face looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.

No matter how hard the Knife Demon tried, the ghost-head broadsword, which had long been connected to his heart, remained motionless.

There was no tacit understanding or feedback.

"Hahaha..." The Knife Demon laughed awkwardly a few times. "Brother Wu, you have amazing skills. Let's end today's friendly spar here. I, Xiaodao, have some private matters to attend to. Another day, another day I will definitely visit and drink with you, brother."

"Farewell!"

Just as the Knife Demon was shrinking his neck, planning to slink away, he tugged at the ghost-head broadsword in his hand, only to find that the blade remained motionless. Wu raised an eyebrow, his gaze becoming even more playful.

"Gulp." The Knife Demon swallowed. "Since Brother Wu has taken a fancy to this blade of mine, then I'll give it to you to play with. Don't be polite, we're all brothers here. I heard you killed that son of a bitch the Chief Inquisitor. That was truly satisfying!"

"I have a feud with the Night Watch as well, a deadly feud, so the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You and I are even closer than brothers, like old friends at first sight. A treasured blade for a hero, take it, take it, don't be polite!" The Knife Demon cupped his fist and said, "Xiaodao is leaving, Brother Wu, no need to see me off, please stay put, please stay put!"

This time, finding that Wu didn't stop him, the Knife Demon turned and left. After turning a corner, he broke into a run, cursing in his heart as he ran, "That bastard Singer, always tricking people, causing me to lose my treasured blade. Damn it, if the Magician and the Puppeteer find out, won't they laugh at me for the rest of my life!"

But soon, he no longer had this concern, because he realized that this alley seemed to have no end. He had been running for so long, yet the scenery around him was still familiar, as if… as if he had just been here not long ago.

Fear instantly took over his heart. He slowly, slowly turned his neck, his eyes twitching. He saw Wu standing not far behind him, about 10 meters away.

His ghost-head broadsword was thrown on the ground. Wu was still in the same posture as before, tilting his head, looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile, his left hand holding the scabbard, his right hand extended towards him, beckoning him to come over.

"Clatter."

"Clatter, clatter."

At night, Jiang Cheng was awakened by a strange noise. He was a light sleeper. He slowly left the mattress and walked out of the bedroom, finding Fatty wrapped tightly in his blanket, sleeping soundly.

And the strange noise was coming from downstairs.

He gently woke Fatty and motioned for him to be quiet.

Fortunately, Fatty was someone who had seen some big waves, he was no longer the Fatty he once was, and he quickly woke up.

Jiang Cheng found a baseball bat and gripped it in his hand, while Fatty grabbed a folding chair from the corner. The two of them, one in front and one behind, tiptoed downstairs.

The sound was coming from the kitchen, as if someone was rummaging through things in the kitchen, then touched a plastic bag, causing the "clatter, clatter" sound.

But… in the middle of the night, who would sneak into their kitchen?

Even if they wanted to steal something, no one would put valuables in the kitchen.

"Doctor," Fatty mouthed to Jiang Cheng, his expression a little nervous, "Could it be someone sent by the Night Watch? They know they can't beat us head-on, so they sent someone to poison us in the kitchen, wanting to find a chance to poison us to death?"

Fatty's thought process was always peculiar. Hearing Fatty say this, Jiang Cheng was relieved instead. This Fatty was real, he definitely hadn't been replaced.

Finding that the doctor ignored him, Fatty shut his mouth and stopped talking.

At this moment, the person in the kitchen seemed to have noticed that there was someone outside, so the rummaging sound also disappeared.

Jiang Cheng frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something, and looked back at his shadow.

The shadow was gone.

"Wu?" Jiang Cheng asked softly, "Is that you?"

There was silence inside.

Jiang Cheng and Fatty walked up, finding that there was no one inside, but a cabinet at the edge of the kitchen was opened, and the things inside were a mess.

They were all odds and ends such as garbage bags left over from when Fatty bought things.

And at this moment, a swaying shadow appeared on the wall.

Fatty looked at the shadow, then looked at the messy garbage bags. "I say, Brother Wu, what do you mean by rummaging through garbage bags in the middle of the night?" Fatty was a little distressed. "If you're hungry, I can get up and make you something to eat. We don't have to rummage through garbage for food. Don't think the doctor is always crying poor, he still has a lot of money left from selling himself!"

Wu on the wall seemed a little embarrassed and didn't speak, replaced by a line of blood on the wall: "I need garbage bags, to hold garbage." After a pause, seemingly worried that he didn't express himself clearly, he added: "Large garbage bags."

"What kind of garbage do you need to hold?" Jiang Cheng and Fatty suddenly had a bad feeling.

This time, Wu didn't speak.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and asked in a different way: "How big is the garbage you want to hold?"

The shadow on the wall raised its hand, roughly compared it to Jiang Cheng's height, then thought for a moment, and raised it higher.

"1 meter 9?" Jiang Cheng asked casually.

The shadow nodded subconsciously.

Fatty: "??! What garbage is 1 meter 9?"

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. He roughly understood. It seemed that Wu had just killed a 1 meter 9 guy, and was worried about causing them trouble, so now he was looking for garbage bags to hold the body!

"Um… where is the garbage now?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Wu stretched out his hand and pointed to the alley behind the studio.

Knowing that Wu wasn't someone who caused trouble, this 1 meter 9 large garbage was probably the one who took the initiative to cause trouble tonight. It should be someone sent by the Night Watch. After Wu found out, he killed him.

"Fatty, go find him some large garbage bags." Jiang Cheng patted Fatty's shoulder. Fatty was stunned. He felt like he was an accomplice of a perverted murderer in a movie.

"But…" Fatty hesitated, "We don't have such big garbage bags."

The shadow thought for a moment and gave a warm reminder: "It's okay to find a few smaller ones."

Fatty felt even worse after seeing this, he shivered a few times, and said with a sad face: "No, I'd better do a good deed, I'll find you two big ones, people are already dead, let them suffer less."

After finding them, Fatty handed the garbage bags to Wu, and the other party disappeared.

At this time, Fatty noticed that next to the wall where Wu was standing, on the side of the refrigerator, stood an exaggerated broadsword. The broadsword was more than 1 meter long and looked very domineering, a bit like an ancient ghost-head broadsword used for beheading.

What was even more bizarre was that there were crookedly carved words on the blade.

"Wu…" Fatty blinked after getting closer, then looked back at Jiang Cheng, who was also confused. "Why did this person carve so many Wu characters? Could he be a pervert who is interested in Brother Wu?"