"Hey, not bad. No wonder you dared to come looking for trouble with us. You really do have some tricks up your sleeve."
A sickly voice rang out from behind him. Zhang Tianyi, who had just finished his sheathing stance, turned around and saw a strange man walking down the street.
He was dressed in a hospital gown, his hair disheveled, and a pair of dead-fish eyes stared listlessly at Zhang Tianyi.
Over the hospital gown, he wore a straitjacket, the kind used to restrain patients in mental hospitals.
The garment bound the dead-eyed man's body, preventing him from moving his arms and making him look deeply oppressed.
Moreover, iron chains were wrapped around his body. Each chain had talismans pasted across it, yellow paper bearing red characters, making his appearance seem eerie and sinister.
Zhang Tianyi tightened his grip on the Tang Saber Azure Scale and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"
To others, the dead-eyed man before him looked like a madman dressed in bizarre clothes.
But in Zhang Tianyi's perception, the iron chains, talismans, straitjacket, and hospital gown on the dead-eyed man formed a seamless whole.
They seemed to be a part of the dead-eyed man's body!
"Ji Ping."
"A patient with bipolar disorder. In short, a lunatic."
Ji Ping's dead-fish eyes gazed listlessly at Zhang Tianyi. "Look, it's almost time for me to take my medicine, so could you please hurry up and die?"
Zhang Tianyi's hand gently settled on the hilt of Azure Scale. Suddenly, the opera stage beside him let out a thunderous boom, and a coffin crashed down from somewhere.
It landed in the middle of the stage.
At that moment, the coffin lid fell open, and an extremely shrill laugh rang out from within.
"Hee hee hee hee..."
Then a