"There are bad people!"
Zhongli Wu walked out of the great hall with a heavy heart. The moment he spotted Zhang Peng waiting by the entrance, he was overjoyed.
"Peng, thank goodness you're still here."
"Cult Leader, what are your orders?"
"Come on, we've been through life and death together. Why stand on ceremony? Just call me Brother Wu."
Brother Wu? That sounds awful. I'd rather call you Cult Leader!
Zhang Peng grumbled inwardly.
"All right, Brother Wu. What do you need?"
Zhongli Wu hooked an arm around Zhang Peng's shoulders and whispered into his ear.
"Peng, you probably don't know this, but a mysterious person slipped the news of the Beast Tide beside my bed. They wanted to lure our Holy Spirit Cult into the game and make us carry the blame. It's all clear now. I know who it was."
Zhang Peng's heart suddenly lurched. Cold sweat poured down his forehead and back. His body trembled, but he forcibly suppressed it, refusing to let himself make a move.
At that moment, all his attention was focused on the Storage Soul Tool he carried. Inside it lay a Tiger-Slaying mask with gleaming black markings.
It was an artifact of rules refined by Huo Yuhao. Only Huo Yuhao and Zhang Peng had one, and it was what gave Zhang Peng the confidence to infiltrate the Holy Spirit Cult. Once he put it on, he could conceal his presence and vanish without a trace. Even a Limit Douluo would struggle to detect him.
Zhang Peng tried to distract Zhongli Wu.
"Brother Wu, who was it? Anyone who could slip into your room without a sound couldn't be ordinary."
"Of course he wasn't ordinary."
"He was..."
Zhongli Wu suddenly paused.
Zhang Peng's heart leaped into his throat. His face went deathly pale,