The Fatty was stunned. Then a chill ran through him. That was right—the Doctor was right. The truly terrifying one was Zhennan Hou, who had slaughtered monsters of that caliber all by himself!
In an age without precision heavy artillery, the only way the Fatty could imagine fighting disciples was with other disciples. Could it be... could Zhennan Hou also have an army made entirely of disciples? Or was Zhennan Hou himself an incredibly powerful disciple, stronger than General Guo and everyone else?
Jiang Cheng and the others had naturally thought of the same possibilities, but Li Bai shook her head. "It doesn't seem likely. The book doesn't record any notable feats by Zhennan Hou, apart from his defeat of General Guo. That seems more like a fluke. Besides, if Zhennan Hou really were a top disciple of such extraordinary strength, he wouldn't spend every day cooped up in the Houfu, terrified out of his wits."
Li Bai and the others remembered that not long after they first entered Zhennan Houfu, Zhennan Hou's strange illness had flared up again. Coupled with the arrangements inside the manor, it wasn't hard to guess that the man was being pursued by vengeful spirits—probably the resentful souls of General Guo and the others.
The case was shrouded in mystery, but everything revolved around one question: what exactly had happened on Spring God Lake that night, all those years ago?
From the dreams they had experienced and the water ghost in the lotus pond that the Fatty, Yao Shunyu, had described, they could be fairly certain that General Guo and the others had indeed died in Spring God Lake. The graves here were only cenotaphs; their real bodies should still be at the bottom of the lake. The story told by the Old Fisherman supported