He Had No Morals

Before Yu Xing could complain, a loud crash suddenly came from outside the door.

The bathroom door shuddered. A sharp axe blade hacked at it from the other side, once, twice...

Red light from the hallway shone through the damage, revealing a twisted sheep's face.

The bound copies immediately began to whimper.

They were scared too!

They were only copies of the performers, dependent on the barbecue restaurant's unique formation mechanism, and had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaowei. If they weren't careful, Zhang Xiaowei might even kill them.

They couldn't even use sacrifices. In a way, they were more fragile than the performers!

Qu Xuanqing's copy backed away a few steps and pulled out her kitchen knife.

Qu Xuanqing herself pursed her lips. "Can we kill this leader now?"

"Wait, let me think about how a normal deduction is supposed to go..." Yu Xing hauled the Little Heavenly Master upright and moved closer to the increasingly battered door, meeting the sheep-faced leader's gaze.

The sheep-faced leader slowly broke into a strange smile and raised his axe high—

The next second, thick branches descended from another dimension and formed an airtight net in front of him, trapping him firmly inside.

"Damn it!" The leader raged helplessly within the net, his low voice threatening to crack. "I'm going to chop you all to pieces!"

Yu Xing ignored him. He opened the door, which was already about to give way, then glanced back at the "hostages" on the floor.

Most of them were copies, but he couldn't just leave them there.

If even one copy died, the entire deduction would reset. What a pain.

"Go to the dining hall, pretend to be customers, and pay to order food," Yu Xing said. "The chef, Zhang Xiaowei, is his obsession with dismembering others and