"No, not him..." Monk Huicong panicked and grabbed the Fatty, then looked at Jiang Cheng with an urgent expression. He stammered, "You... you do it."
Jiang Cheng thought Monk Huicong was adorably foolish. It made no difference which of them picked, and he and the Fatty had long been on the same wavelength. He gave the Fatty a look, letting him choose, then he would draw.
But to his surprise, the Fatty stared at the paper figures, looking utterly lost. "What's going on? Why have these paper figures... why do they all look the same?"
Jiang Cheng lowered his head to examine them. All seven paper figures were distinct, each one clearly corresponding to someone from that group.
At that moment, Monk Huicong let go and gave him an indescribably strange smile. Saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Heh, hehehe..."
Jiang Cheng understood. Monk Huicong had definitely tampered with something—or perhaps it was simply one of the game's rules, restricting the Fatty's ability.
Without further hesitation, Jiang Cheng reached out and took one of the paper figures: the maid.
Just then, a booming voice rang out from the distance. "Junior Brother Huicong, you've made your senior brothers search high and low for you!"
The familiar voice made Monk Huicong shudder. He turned toward it and saw Monk Huide and the others striding over. Monk Huiming was among them.
Monk Huicong's expression changed instantly. Just as he had the day before, he snatched up the paper figures on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth. Jiang Cheng casually slipped the maid paper figure into his pocket.
Jiang Cheng and the Fatty stood up and positioned themselves in front of Monk Huicong, buying him time to swallow the paper figures. For now, Monk Huicong seemed to be on their