Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, supported the Fatty, and walked through the door as well.
The scene before them shifted. It was a fairly spacious room, and corpses were piled in layers along the walls. Judging by their clothes, they were the missing witches.
Strangely, despite how much time had passed, the corpses showed no signs of decay.
As Jiang Cheng looked at the bodies, he even felt a bizarre sensation, as if they might open their eyes and come back to life the next second.
Time seemed to have stopped inside this room.
Halson dragged Huai Yi's corpse to the corner, then walked stiffly over to a chair and sat down.
The entire movement was like a preset routine. Halson did not even glance in Jiang Cheng's direction.
A huge eye had been drawn beneath the chair. Various bizarre objects had been placed around it, including the bones and dead crows Jiang Cheng and the others had seen before.
It looked like this was something Halson had set up, similar to an altar.
"It's all right now." A line of writing appeared on the floor, drawing Jiang Cheng's attention.
Jiang Cheng turned his head and happened to see Wu looking at him. "He no longer poses any threat to you. So... you can do whatever you want." Another line of writing appeared.
The anger that had been pent up for so long finally had an outlet. The Fatty grabbed a wooden club as thick as a wrist, while Jiang Cheng took the knife Wu handed him. Together, they dragged Halson off the chair and to a place where they could swing their weapons freely.
At that moment, Halson let Jiang Cheng and the Fatty beat him without making a sound. He still wore that eerie smile, his eyes