Fortunately, Zhang Chulan had not gone mad, Feng Baobao was not some god of slaughter, and Annie was even less the sort of being who killed innocents indiscriminately and burned people for fun (?), so Wang Ye, who had been expelled by Wudang, and Zhuge Qing, who had waded into the mess, naturally had not actually died.
Of course, in a certain sense, they might indeed have died once?
In any case!
When Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing reopened their eyes and came back to life amid miserable howls, flailing limbs, and near madness, they were astonished to find Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and a troublesome little girl named Annie standing nearby. The three of them were gathered around an arena model, staring at the pair with amused, teasing expressions and smug grins like pranksters whose trick had succeeded.
Likewise!
The Inhuman prisoners who should have been burned to charcoal by a troublesome little girl, stabbed to death by Feng Baobao, or beheaded were all huddled safely in a corner of the unfinished building's basement. They stared at the three of them in horror, their expressions almost identical to those of Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing.
"This..."
"Was it an illusion?"
Looking at the dim basement, the arena that had vanished, and the vast, filthy, unfinished underground parking garage before them, the two quickly reacted and realized what had happened.
"Impossible!"
"That couldn't have been an illusion!"
Then Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged unsettled glances and felt over their own bodies. After whispering a few more words between themselves, they simultaneously glared fiercely at Zhang Chulan and demanded:
"Zhang Chulan!"
"Speak!"
"What exactly happened?"
Although the two roughly understood what had just occurred, the sensation had been far too real, so they wanted to confirm it first.
"Hahahaha!"
"Well?