It seemed this person's head was intended to startle Wu Tianzhen, but it failed.
Having just been frightened by that grinning human-faced bean, was Wu Tianzhen really going to be scared by such an obvious trick so soon?
He was used to it, to be honest.
Whenever he appeared, things that seemed dead would suddenly come alive, and things that were lively would suddenly die.
If this thing also had a human face, it would be incredible; they would diligently overcome all obstacles just to turn their faces towards Wu Tianzhen.
This spirit of crossing mountains and rivers just to see him, if it wasn't for the fear of unresolved love between the living and the dead, he might have been a little moved.
Thus, driven by this inexplicable calm, Wu Tianzhen, with an unchanged expression, met the gaze of the swollen human head, then shifted his attention to the undulating hearts, livers, lungs, spleens, and hands.
These human organs were so disfigured by the soaking that their specific details were indistinguishable, but their sizes were clearly different.
Some were obviously from adults, while others were incredibly small, appearing to be from infants.
With so many human-faced beans on this tree trunk, each with a different appearance, it seemed their blood sources were all soaking here.
Wu Tianzhen thought about the number of human-faced beans and hesitated to calculate the number of people who had died for this monkey-skin human.
At this moment, Fatty, using various "classical allusions," had finally convinced Zhang Qiling that his three hundred jin of fat were all courage.
He eagerly went up with a heart full of curiosity to look at the monkey-skin human with Wu Tianzhen, leaving Zhang Qiling alone to slowly recall the heroic deeds Fatty had just made up.
This was not a difficult task, as five hundred of Fatty's eight hundred heroic deeds were about saving beauties, and the other three hundred were about him bravely fighting feudal remnants for treasures by the coffin, showing extreme homogenization.
Having finished memorizing, Zhang Qiling slowly drew his Black Gold Ancient Blade, intending to peel off all the monkey skin from the monkey-skin human.
The bandage on his right index finger was a bit thick, and Zhang Qiling felt a slight inconvenience when he pressed it against the hilt of the blade, so he temporarily switched to his left hand.
And just as the ambitious Xiao Zhang, holding the blade, passed by Hei Yanjing, who was arrogantly taking pictures, Xie Yuchen, who had been observing for a long time, suddenly stopped him.
Xie Yuchen's panel had a voice function. He lowered his head and operated it, and the panel suddenly spoke, loudly reciting a large number in the peculiar, stiff yet polite voice of artificial intelligence.
This number seemed meaningless at first, but after it was played three times in a loop, Xiao Hei, who had been idle like a second-rate rogue in the forbidden land, realized something was wrong.
He carefully recalled it in his mind, then "surprised" to find that the number being played was the salary Xie Yuchen had offered him.
The "click-click" of the camera finally stopped, and when he looked towards Xie Yuchen, following the sound—
The patron elegantly closed the constantly sounding panel and elegantly tilted his head towards the monkey-skin human.
The meaning was self-evident.
Hei Yanjing: ...
"I believe my employment contract only seems to be to ensure safety—" he still wanted to argue, to continue lying flat as a handsome couch potato.
But Xie Yuchen didn't want to listen to his long speech. He casually closed the panel, and his handsome mouth uttered sounds that were pleasing to hear in every sense:
"I'll pay you more."
Hei Yanjing: !!!
"Alright, boss!!" Before his voice even fell, he had already disappeared.
Wu Tianzhen and Fatty, who were still carefully examining the monkey-skin human, felt a gust of wind pass by them, and then they were inexplicably pulled aside.
Looking back, that detestable Xiao Hei was happily tearing off the monkey skin with a dagger, looking incredibly cheerful, even singing strange songs.
"Good heavens, money can make the devil push the millstone, and I think money can even make the millstone push ghosts!" Fatty had already captured the phrase "pay more" with his ears, which were extremely sensitive to money, and now he looked at Xiao Hei's face with envy.
In his opinion, peeling off monkey skin for more money was no different from picking up money from the ground.
"I say, Tianzhen..." he sighed, patting Wu Tianzhen's head, his tone filled with the disappointment of a father towards his unaccomplished son, "Look, your childhood friend is already so awesome. When will you also be influenced by proximity to vermilion and become rich overnight?"
"Then Xiao Ge won't have to go to the White Horse Club, and I won't have to rob feudal remnants everywhere. We'll just be kept by you. Look, with you having them on both sides, wouldn't that be incredibly satisfying!?"
As soon as Fatty said this, he felt a strong sense of crisis from behind him. He was startled and looked back, only to see Xiao Zhang giving him a death glare.
Xiao Zhang was still holding that cursed optical brain, and looking at the screen, that accursed video had been switched back to the scene of "Fatty wetting the bed at seven years old."
That pale, strong hand was hovering over the play button, looking as if it was about to let the hundreds of people inside the monkey skin hear about Fatty's glorious childhood life in front of everyone.
Fatty: ...
He slapped his own mouth: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, Xiao Ge, you are magnanimous. Just pretend I didn't say anything!"
"You just be beautiful on your own, I'll be kept by myself!"
Wu Tianzhen was still secretly laughing when Fatty suddenly hooked his neck and pulled him over.
Fatty, with his back to Xiao Zhang, looked at Xiao Wu with a particularly ferocious expression: "You're still laughing, you can still laugh. This is all your fault, Tianzhen!!"
"Look what you've done to our Xiao Ge. The originally pure-hearted Xiao Ge has been turned into a sesame-filled tangyuan by you!"
The two were wrestling and shoving. Just as Wu Tianzhen was about to escape, he was tripped by a human-faced bean under his feet and fell to the ground.
He bared his teeth, protecting his swollen face, and looked up—
By now, Hei Yanjing had peeled off the monkey skin. From Wu Tianzhen's angle, looking up from below, he saw that at the very center of the bottom of the humanoid black substance, a huge tentacle was inserted.
The tentacle seemed to come from underground, and it was slowly writhing in the internal solution, looking like a greedy tongue.