They were all dead.
All seven figures in the Strange Tower who could threaten Wen Xishu's personal safety were dead.
Through the death bullet comments, Wen Xishu had also learned about the seven figures' pasts.
But none of it mattered.
Their pasts had been ruined to an absurd degree.
Since this mission had no specific target and required him to make people happy, Wen Xishu thought it over...
It seemed no one had been happy this time.
Only he was happy, so the mission was not complete yet.
After washing the blood off himself, he thought he still needed to complete the mission, so... he headed toward the temple on the mountain. It was Master Lingqing's temple.
Along the way, Wen Xishu left the garbage dump and passed through the center of Deer Island again.
On Deer Island's main street, police officers had already begun cordoning off the scene at the Evolutionary Restaurant.
The Councilman from Hujiang was dead, and so was the Boss of the Evolutionary Restaurant.
This series of incidents had put Deer Island's police officers on alert.
But the people along the street were actually all there to watch the excitement.
Their conversations went like this:
"Ah, I really wanted to eat my wife's hand. I figured Chef Watanabe's skills could make her hand taste a little better."
"Yeah, my son grew a third eye, but the perspective is really strange. He always feels like looking at things through it is like looking through a cracked mirror. I figured I could either ask Doctor Hattori for help... or ask Mr. Watanabe to make an eye dish. He could eat his own third eye to nourish the other two."
"Exactly, exactly. What a shame about Chef Watanabe. I wonder if we can eat his corpse..."
"I'm so hungry