"Mr. Tan! Why are you with them?"
Jin Wujie stared at Zhang Bo in disbelief. "You're in league with them!"
Beside him, Qingyuan cursed furiously, "Idiot! He's not Mr. Tan at all! You've been fucking conned!"
Jin Wujie froze, a trace of shame appearing on his face-the shame of having his intelligence ground into the dirt.
"Haha!"
"I'm indeed not Mr. Tan. I'm a temporary actor hired by Seventh Master."
Zhang Bo cupped his hands. "My humble name is Zhang Bo. Zhang as in Zhang Bo, and Bo as in Zhang Bo. Master Jin, how was my acting?"
Jin Wujie's eyes reddened with rage.
That was right. The Mr. Tan at the restaurant that day had actually been Zhang Bo.
"The real Mr. Tan only came to Lanjiang City to see Seventh Master once. After that, he went out of town and never came back."
I began explaining everything to Jin Wujie in detail, so at least he and Qingyuan would understand why they were dying.
"Ever since Qingyuan imprisoned me that first time, I'd been thinking that if he could imprison me once, there would be a second time."
"Rather than spend every day guarding against him, I figured I might as well kill him first. But how? I came up with a way: use his desire to capture me to dig a pit for him."
"The first pit I dug was to predict how Qingyuan would try to capture me next."
"Then Mr. Tan came calling, and I learned that Lanjiang City had a number-one haunted house. Thirty years ago, an infamous family massacre had taken place in this extremely famous haunted house. I figured that hook should be enough to get Qingyuan to try to capture me."
By then, I was getting a little tired of standing,