The president had fallen. They had finally won a chance to survive, and the Night Watch, now leaderless without their president, had suffered a heavy blow. By all accounts, this was a great victory worth celebrating, yet no one present felt much joy. Shao Tong was dead, his body still lying there, slowly soaking in the blood seeping from him.
It wasn't only because Shao Tong had died. Jiang Cheng and the Fatty looked at him and seemed to see their former selves.
The Fatty suggested giving Shao Tong a proper burial, and Jiang Cheng agreed. Just then, an incongruous voice came from above. "Um... Since you're all free now, could you let the two of us down first? We've been hanging here for ages."
Only then did everyone realize that Huai Yi and Wang Qi were still dangling overhead. But in the next moment, Jiang Cheng and the others noticed something was wrong. The haunted building had already collapsed, so why were the ropes holding the two men still there? They stretched straight up, vanishing into the misty haze above.
More importantly, Wu showed no sign of putting away his blade, despite having already killed the president. The blade hung at his side, its edge glinting coldly.
Water Lord let out a slow chuckle. "I say, President, this is no fun. You might fool these people, but can you fool me and this young brother?"
"Heh heh. I could smell that stench on you with my eyes closed. Don't forget, you used this trick once before. Otherwise..." Water Lord's expression turned grave. "That person would have killed you back then."
The Fatty was stunned. It took him a good while to recover. He immediately moved closer to the doctor—and, most of all, Wu Yingying—then warily scanned their surroundings. "What's