A Horror Story

When Fang Heling tossed the person he was carrying into the clearing, the horror story turned to its next chapter.

"Is everyone here?" Swallow asked Liang Jiu.

After going over it again and again, the poor Azure Cloud Pavilion disciple finally said, "There are a few corpses we really couldn't identify. Everyone we could identify is here."

He didn't dare make a single mistake or get a single word wrong.

"Oh, you poor thing." Swallow stroked his face. "You really don't have to be so nervous. Big Sister won't hurt you."

"I-I'm not nervous."

Liang Jiu's trembling voice was clearly unconvincing, but Swallow didn't press him.

She simply turned to the Man-Demon of Ten Thousand Evils. "What are you standing around for? You can't even be bothered to take care of your own business? Are you waiting for me to spoon-feed it to you?"

Zheng Fatty wasn't angered by her nasty attitude.

Instead, he only chuckled and said very politely, "Thanks for the effort."

Li Shou chimed in, "Thank you!"

Zheng Fatty rose from his crouch. Standing, he looked like a mountain of flesh rearing up.

He strode toward the clearing, reached into his waistband, and pulled out a great, perfectly square cauldron!

With the Mo Sect's Storage Boxes becoming widespread, storage belts had become relatively antiquated items. Few people used them anymore, and very few still existed.

But the cauldron's aura was even more ancient than that of the storage belt.

It had been taken from the storage belt, yet it looked as if someone had dug it out of some lightless warehouse, covered in dust and bearing ancient stories no one had ever listened to.

It made you want to sneeze without thinking.

Thud!

The cauldron hit the ground with a heavy impact. The mountains answered with a