Another dozen or so days passed. Still in the Council Hall, Zhang Xiaohu sat in his chair looking somewhat listless.
By rights, the Soul-Swaying Pills Zhang Xiaohua had refined were exceedingly useful. Zhang Xiaohu had already brought more than two thousand people from the Incense-Passing Cult under his control, while over a thousand relatively important disciples of the Righteous Path Alliance had begun calling him Great Gang Leader Zhang. He ought to have been overjoyed, bursting with excitement!
But... what had tormented Zhang Xiaohu into this state was precisely Zhang Xiaohua's utterly bizarre "passphrase"!
That was right. The first batch's "passphrase" had been "I love Chen Chen!" Zhang Xiaohu had whispered it into strangers' ears one thousand seven hundred and one times. The second batch's "passphrase" had changed to "I love Changge," and Zhang Xiaohu had again whispered it into another group of strangers' ears one thousand seven hundred and one times!
"Alas, who knew... what he'll change it to for the next batch!" Zhang Xiaohu fretted inwardly. Yet he had no choice but to shout it. If he failed to do so and the disciple's acupoints were later released, the disciple would know he had been sealed, and the truth would surely be exposed. Besides, Zhang Xiaohu had seen with his own eyes that, while testing the Soul-Swaying Pill, Zhang Xiaohua had indeed muttered something into Wang Lun's ear.
"What a miserable fate!" Zhang Xiaohu slapped his forehead. He truly had no way to deal with his own blood brother!
Just then, a disciple suddenly stepped forward to report, "Reporting to Great Gang Leader Zhang, two women outside the manor request an audience!"
"Two women?" The moment Zhang Xiaohu heard that, his head swelled to twice its size. All that flashed through his mind were "I love Chen Chen!"