Seeing Jiang Cheng's calm face, the fat man, still struggling in the hallucination, couldn't help asking, "Doctor, don't you feel guilty?"
"What do I have to feel guilty about?" Jiang Cheng retorted, then casually smacked the fat man on the forehead.
A sharp smack rang out.
Strangely enough, the slap brought the fat man straight to his senses. Once he realized what had happened, he was even more impressed with the doctor. He gave him a thumbs-up and praised him. "It had to be you, Doctor. Guilt-tripping you is even harder than kidnapping you, because you don't have a conscience to appeal to."
Given how fierce the fight was, Jiang Cheng swallowed his anger.
Wu stood in the rain with his knife, not attacking. Once the fat man came around, he suddenly realized that the figure in red was gone. The River Goddess... had vanished.
But vanishing didn't mean she had let them go. After all, the rain still hadn't stopped.
In the next instant, a blade came crashing down toward the fat man.
The fat man's eyes widened, but instead of being split in two, he heard a sharp clang, like a blade striking steel. Right above his head, from Jiang Cheng's perspective, the Ghost Bride had suddenly appeared behind him. One arm hovered over the fat man, fingers spread wide. It looked like the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, as though she meant to drill five holes into his skull and let some air in.
But Wu interrupted her, forcing her to change from grabbing to blocking. Her sharp nails pointed upward, and she caught the blade with her bare hand.
The blade clashed against her nails, ringing like metal striking stone.
With Jiang Cheng and the fat man to protect, Wu couldn't attack without restraint. He clenched