LWGP - Chapter 128
Chapter 128: The Mistress
At night, the fields were open and the cold wind was bleak. The group, having just eaten their fill, felt a chill in their hearts, but their stomachs were churning hotly. Several people clutched their throats, wanting to induce vomiting, but were stopped by a leisurely sentence from Wang Jiu: "If you throw it up, it's like you ate for nothing. If you don't eat, you die. So what's the point?"
They were an elite team; their minds were crystal clear. Of course, they knew that in a restrictive dungeon like Mist Town, the combination of mist and limitations meant they were destined to be controlled by food and stamina.
Not eating was tantamount to failing the dungeon.
"We've already eaten it anyway," Wang Shu began to brainwash himself.
"Throwing it up seems even more disgusting," Dao Dao continued along the same line of thought.
The group allowed themselves to be brainwashed, trying hard to forget the matter, but then Wang Jiu delivered a critical blow. "Then just swallow it again, right?"
Fuck!
Can you please act like a human!
They already knew that Wang Jiu must have been aware of the situation early on, but she hadn't said anything.
In truth, not saying anything was the right move. If she had, would they have been able to eat?
If they had to eat, eating in ignorance was the greatest happiness.
Mei Qingshu glared at Wang Jiu. "You're still in the mood to talk about this? Aren't you worried about the simple-level evaluation? It seems we've spent quite a bit of time."
Wang Jiu sighed. "Worrying is useless. I'm not a god; I can't be perfect in every aspect. But since you brought it up, let's keep digging."
She picked up her shovel and continued to dig up the sweet potato field.
Generally, Wang Jiu had two styles of doing things.
1. She explained. This was out of courtesy, but you still had to obey.
2. She didn't explain. You still had to obey.
That being the case, before Qiao Xuejing and the others could say anything, they saw Liao Luo be the first to respond, burying his head in digging up sweet potatoes. Wang Shu was a little unhappy—Damn it, this guy is being overly attentive. Is he trying to steal my spot?
Just as Wang Shu was about to jump into action, he saw Qi Shuanghan also get down in the field like a loyal general.
Feeling a sense of crisis, Wang Shu's movements became much quicker.
When you thought about it, it was nothing. When a person dies, they're just a collection of organic compounds. Once decomposed, they're no different from anything else in the world.
Qiao Xuejing and the others quickly came to terms with it, but they also knew that Wang Jiu wanted more than just sweet potatoes; she also wanted the bodies underneath.
How did these people die, and why were they buried here?
A few minutes later, more than half of the topsoil in this one-acre sweet potato field had been dug up. Five backpacks were filled with sweet potatoes, but they had also uncovered seven or eight bodies underneath. In fact, there were more, but they hadn't dug them all up; they just wanted to get a general idea of the bodies' condition.
Xie Lu and Wang Jiu examined the corpses separately.
Xie Lu gave his findings: "They are all teenagers under the age of 20. No fatal wounds on the surface. The cause of death can't be determined for now. You…"
He looked up and saw Wang Jiu dissecting a body with Weeping Blood.
Her movements were fast and her cuts precise. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was a medical examiner.
The scene of the dissection was a bit frightening, but ever since the game's tutorial period began, most people had been taught a harsh lesson about life, death, and cruelty. As a result, after the game truly launched, many could silently process it, whether they were killing or being killed.
The group could even stand by the corpse and observe the state of the internal organs.
Everything else seemed fine; at least, Wang Jiu said the changes in organs after death were as expected. The problem was the slow rate of decomposition, especially—the stomach.
Everyone was shocked and horrified.
"How is this stomach so fresh?" Mei Qingshu's expression was grave. Beside her, Mei Qinghe's voice trembled slightly. "My god, it's still steaming."
Forget being dead for half a month; even based on the body's state of decay, which suggested it had been dead for two or three days, the stomach couldn't possibly be this fresh, reddish, and still steaming.
"It's squirming! Master, it's not going to reanimate, is it?" Wang Shu was so scared he grabbed Wang Jiu's arm, trembling delicately.
In fact, before the dissection, Wang Jiu had already used her X-ray vision. She had immediately noticed the stomach's peculiarity—it contained traces of a strange energy.
She had dissected the body to find out the truth.
"I'm going to cut the stomach open. You all stand back." Wang Jiu couldn't be sure about the reality of this dungeon. After all, level 30 was a new tier, and it would clearly be several levels higher than the Huize Mountain dungeon.
Its rules and patterns were still a mystery.
Qiao Xuejing and the others scattered, positioning themselves to be ready to dodge or resist. Wang Jiu activated the barrier she had already repaired and made a cut. The bloated stomach deflated, and a viscous liquid carrying some whitish, egg-like things flowed out.
The egg-like objects were the size of quail eggs and hardened upon contact with the air, but there were also some whitish things twisting and crawling.
Worms! A pile of plump, white worms!
"Corpse worms? They seem too big."
"Damn it, they're so fast! Dodge!"
Pop! They shot out from the sliced stomach, thudding against the barrier. Some shot towards Wang Shu and the others, moving so fast that even Wang Shu, with an Agility over 400, didn't notice. It was Mei Qingshu beside him who pulled him away in time.
Wang Shu quickly hurled an arcane fireball, and the worms were scorched to a crisp.
The group was still shaken, but they saw Wang Jiu poke one of the hardened eggshells with a branch.
With a crack, the egg split open, and something inside unfurled, then spread its wings.
They flew out unsteadily, their wings mystical, beautiful and captivating, with patterns that glowed with a brilliant blue-green light, like firefly butterflies.
So beautiful, and yet so unsettling.
Everyone thought they would be aggressive and fly towards them, but they didn't. Having hatched prematurely, they seemed to want to fly somewhere, but they were very weak. After a few flaps of their wings, they fell limply to the ground, curled up, and died.
This was just bizarre.
Slowly decaying dead, living stomachs in rotten bodies, butterflies hidden in living stomachs.
"Don't tell me we've actually entered a fantasy dungeon. Will there be zombies at the end?" Wang Shu muttered under his breath, but Qiao Xuejing covered his mouth with one hand.
But just then, Wang Jiu suddenly smiled and said to the group, "Find the bodies that have been dead longer and release the butterflies from their stomachs."
Huh? What kind of move was this?
But Xie Lu and Qiao Xuejing seemed to have guessed.
They looked at the fluorescent patterns on the butterflies' wings and had a theory.
Under the glow of the light, the already thick surrounding mist could not get close to their bodies.
Xie Lu: "They were trying to fly away just now. They probably could have—because the mist doesn't affect them."
Qiao Xuejing: "I was wondering how that young man dared to come here at night, even though he said everyone in all the towns was trapped by the mist. Once he finished eating the corpse, he wouldn't be able to leave and return home. It seems he was planning to follow the butterflies that must also be hidden in Cai Lingling's stomach to get out."
The two of them explained the mystery so casually and began to work on the corpses. The others had a sudden realization and followed suit, but Qi Shuanghan was secretly amazed—it was obvious that Wang Jiu's intelligence was exceptionally high, but the man and woman by her side also seemed to have extremely sharp minds. Their thinking was too fast.
Mei Qinghe secretly messaged Mei Qingshu: "Sis, besides Fatty Wang, all of Sister Wang's friends are top students. And they're good-looking with great figures, both the men and the women. Do you feel any pressure?"
Mei Qingshu, who had just heroically grabbed one backpack with ease and was preparing to grab another, replied: "Huh?"
Mei Qinghe: "…"
The time of death for the bodies varied, but some had been dead for quite a while, and the butterflies were more mature, able to break out of their shells on their own. During this process, Wang Jiu used a shovel to cover the bodies with dirt.
This applied to Cai Lingling as well as these other corpses.
Her blade was so ruthless, yet she was so calm and compassionate when covering them with soil.
Ever-changing, impossible to grasp.
Xie Lu glanced at her, a complex feeling in his heart, but he said, "I'll do it."
Wang Jiu: "No need."
Xie Lu: "It's fine."
Without another word, Wang Jiu tossed the shovel to him, clapped her hands, and walked off on her own.
Xie Lu: "…"
Truly ever-changing.
Mei Qingshu still couldn't get her hands on two backpacks, because Liao Luo, Qi Shuanghan, and a crisis-aware Wang Shu were all clamoring, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
Fine, you guys can do it then.
The butterflies took flight, and the group followed them into the mist. About twenty-five minutes later, they all heard a system notification: "Congratulations, you have successfully found the simple-level isolation method to leave Mist Town. The simple-level stage is now fully cleared. Evaluation has been calculated. Receive now?"
Wang Jiu confirmed.
And so, everyone received the information.
Individual evaluation: nine stars. Overall: nine stars.
For Wang Jiu, this evaluation was already one of her worst, but she had expected it—this dungeon was too unfamiliar. Unlike previous dungeons where you could just go in and fight, with the evaluation based almost entirely on combat power.
But that wasn't the worst part.
The system then added a reminder: "Your team is the 15th team to clear the simple difficulty of this dungeon."
?!?!
Fuck! There were already more than a dozen teams that had cleared it?
No wonder there was no pioneering reputation or mystic realm fragments.
But they all felt that even the simple difficulty was this troublesome. Could the teams ahead of them be stronger?
"Not necessarily. If they entered the simple-level dungeon before us, they would eventually have to eat the crops due to hunger. It's very likely they also discovered the bodies, then examined them… It's a logical sequence. As long as you spend enough time in the dungeon, or are sharp enough, you should be able to clear it."
Compared to this, the group was more concerned about another matter—the place guarded by the golden python, the vortex dungeon, should have been untouched. They, brought here by Wang Jiu, should have been the first to enter.
Where did the dozen or so teams come from?
Unless…
"Unless its so-called linked dungeon means many people have been entering from other regions since the simple difficulty."
"Simple, normal, dangerous, and nightmare. We will encounter other teams in all of them."
Everyone looked at Wang Jiu. Wang Jiu said, "There was no reminder when I clicked on it. 15th. I don't like this ranking."
Who would!
With a sense of unwillingness and vigilance, the group left the mountains and fields and entered the normal-level area.
Finally, they saw a town ahead.
It was a sizable town. At first glance, the scale of its architecture suggested it once housed tens of thousands of people, but not many places were lit.
In the unlit areas, had everyone already died, wiping out entire households?
The mist in the town was even thicker than in the fields. Fortunately, the group had eaten their fill and could still resist for the time being, but they knew full well that if they couldn't find a place to stay and avoid the omnipresent mist, they would soon become weak and hungry again.
"I have a question. I thought it was strange just now." After entering the town, Mei Qingshu asked in the team channel while walking down the deserted street, "If eating can also resist it, then why not just grow more food? In such a large town, they could have expanded production or imported food. Look at the architectural level here; they don't seem to be short on money."
Every household was a single-family home, with an architectural style somewhat reminiscent of Japanese courtyards. They looked to be of a high economic level.
Some houses even had cars parked in front, all of which looked quite nice.
If Mei Qingshu had noticed this point of doubt, the others naturally had as well. If it was because of the mist that other transport couldn't get in, there were clearly crops like sweet potatoes in the fields, and it seemed there were other agricultural products on the road. Why didn't these people eat them? That young man was desperate enough to consider eating a corpse.
"Could it be that the sweet potatoes we ate also have a problem?"
Actually, there was no problem, because Bai Bai had given feedback.
"Nothing wrong with them, just not as tasty as meat."
The fox breed obviously wanted to eat meat, not vegetables.
This sentence sparked a thought, but no one said anything, because Wang Jiu seemed to have no intention of looking for an uninhabited, empty house. Was she planning to find a residence with survivors?
No, that wasn't it either. She passed by the lit doorways and headed straight for one place.
The largest villa manor in town.
It was brightly lit inside, with high-end decorations. It was clearly the home of a wealthy family.
In the Nanluo River lake, the golden python had already returned underwater. Lin Changze and the others took the opportunity to flee.
Temporarily safe, the group was still shaken, yet deeply unwilling to let it go.
Just let it go like this?
"Wait, I'll find someone." A cold glint flashed in Lin Changze's eyes. He wouldn't let this go so easily.
Chen Mo glanced at him, his eyes flickering.
Lin Changze seemed to have a friend who was extremely capable, also the strongest person in their western region. However, that person was a solo player who liked to do his own thing.
At that moment, Lin Changze sent a private message to someone, asking what he was doing and if he could help. After explaining the situation in detail, he received a reply a while later.
"Coordinates."
In the mist dungeon, at the manor gate, Xie Lu asked her, "Are you looking for clues?"
Wang Jiu: "No, looking for a job."
Huh? What job?
Before Xie Lu could react, he saw Wang Jiu call Qiao Xuejing and Mei Qingshu over.
Qiao Xuejing: "What is it?"
Mei Qingshu: "What do you want?"
Their reactions clearly displayed their personalities.
Wang Jiu reached out, her slender fingers easily unfastening the collar buttons of Qiao Xuejing's shirt with two clicks.
Her action was casual and proper, even carrying a hint of asceticism.
Qiao Xuejing: "???"
Mei Qingshu instinctively covered her own collar, utterly shocked. "Are you crazy!"
"To get in the door, you have to give something up. It's all just a means to an end. Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you," Wang Jiu explained.
Mei Qingshu's face darkened. "Like hell I believe you."
But she also knew Wang Jiu wouldn't cause trouble for no reason, so she undid her buttons, revealing her delicate collarbones.
Then, she saw Wang Jiu's gaze fall upon Xie Lu.
Smart people don't need things spelled out; a single look is enough. Xie Lu's expression was slightly complex. "Me too?"
Wang Jiu sighed. "How would I know if they want men or women? The market economy depends on supply and demand, but for the service industry, you have to have an all-encompassing attitude, right?"
Xie Lu: "…"
This isn't looking for a job; this is entering an illegal and indecent profession.
And with such a set of excuses, he could no longer look at the phrase "all-encompassing" in the same way.
"Unwilling?" Wang Jiu asked gently, pressing Weeping Blood against Xie Lu's abdomen.
The righteous little brother from the military silently undid his buttons.
Qiao Xuejing suddenly realized that Wang Jiu had been quite gentle with her.
"Little Brother Xie, this isn't right. As team members, we must fully cooperate with the captain's plan." Seizing the opportunity to put someone down while also showing his loyalty, Wang Shu also undid his buttons. "Master, Master, is three buttons okay?"
Wang Jiu glanced at the expanse of white flesh visible even after he had undone three buttons, unable to see his collarbones. She pressed the tip of her blade against his navel and said coldly, "Button it up."
Wang Shu: "…"
That hurt his pride.
Liao Luo, Qi Shuanghan, and Mei Qinghe stifled their laughter, but Wang Shu, his face flushed red, shot back fiercely, "You guys don't need to unbutton your shirts either. Don't you have any self-awareness?"
The three of them, who hadn't considered that angle: "…"
To prove he had talent beyond his looks, Qi Shuanghan volunteered for diplomatic duty.
Ding-dong, ding-dong. Not long after the doorbell rang, someone came out of the house. It was an old butler with white hair who looked quite distinguished. He sized up Qi Shuanghan, who was standing at the front, and asked, "And you are?"
Qi Shuanghan said that his group were migrant workers from out of town who had accidentally wandered into this place. They were short on food and clothing and wanted to ask the locals for help in finding some reliable work.
"Migrant workers?" The old butler sized them up. "You don't look like it."
Qi Shuanghan spouted nonsense. "In our line of work, we don't steal or rob, we just sell our physical labor. But we don't get government subsidies or social recognition, so we can only dress a bit more respectably to hide the deep-seated aura of poverty in our souls. You understand, old sir."
The old butler had an expression that said, "You're spouting bullshit and I don't understand a thing," but his gaze shifted several times, lingering on a certain person. Finally, he said, "With so many men, I'm afraid my master wouldn't be too pleased."
Qi Shuanghan: "Don't be fooled by the fact that they're men; their health is poor. Of course, my health isn't great either. I'm just afraid your esteemed master might not think much of people like us."
The old butler was almost convinced by him. "It's fine, everyone in our town is in poor health… I'll ask my master. Please wait a moment."
He took out his phone and contacted the owner of the house.
At that moment, the group was chatting in the team channel.
Wang Shu: "Lao Qi is very professional. Has he done this before?"
Dao Dao: "He doesn't look like a good person."
Qiao Xuejing: "They have cell phones. It seems the communication network here isn't down."
Mei Qinghe: "I think that old man is quite cautious. He kept observing us."
Mei Qingshu: "I'm more curious about what use unbuttoning our shirts was for, Wang Jiu."
Liao Luo: "It was useful. He was observing one person the whole time, didn't you notice?"
Qiao Xuejing: "The person he kept looking at seemed to be…"
Wang Shu: "It was me, it was me, hahaha!"
The fatty was smug, but the expressions on Xie Lu, Qiao Xuejing, and Wang Jiu's faces were subtle.
Was this something to be proud of?
A short while later, after the old butler explained the situation, a woman's voice came from the phone.
It sounded very hoarse and magnetic.
"Let them in."
Oh, that voice is so sexy.
The main gate of the courtyard opened, and the group followed the old butler into the well-manicured yard.
Walking behind, Wang Jiu glanced at the old butler's trouser cuffs and shoes, raising an eyebrow slightly.
When they reached the villa's entrance and stepped inside, the temperature was comfortable, the lighting soft, and the overall style was Western English.
How to put it… overall, it was fine, but the details were a bit off.
Qiao Xuejing frowned slightly but didn't message Wang Jiu, because she knew the latter must have noticed as well.
In the huge living room, eight people were already seated on either side of a long rectangular table. When they saw the group enter, their expressions, gazes, and body language all changed slightly.
Wang Jiu's gaze swept over them. She noticed that the corners of the eyes of the young man in the head seat on the left were drooping, and his grip on his knife and fork was a bit stiff, but he controlled it and didn't show it. His cuffs were slightly yellowed and frayed.
"Everyone, these are the guests who arrived two days ago." As the old butler made the introduction, Wang Jiu typed a line in the team channel.
"Eight players. The mistress of the house isn't here. They seem to be wary and fearful of the people in this house. They might try to use us against them later. Let's hear what they have to say first."
Wang Jiu's words matched what Xie Lu and the others had observed.
A coherent inference could be drawn—1. They were sitting in guest seats, and their clothes were a bit worn but hadn't been changed. They clearly only had this one set of clothes and had no intention of getting any from the town or this household, suggesting there were restrictions or they were wary. 2. In an environment like Mist Town, the need for food is high, yet the food in front of these people was barely touched. They seemed very wary or nervous.
If these conditions were met, what could they be but players?
And when this group saw them enter, they must have realized they were also players. With players on both sides, the best strategy was to use the other party to eliminate the danger and then backstab them.
The other party was likely thinking along the same lines.
Just as they thought this, the other party indeed stood up. The leader was the young man, who rose and extended his hand to shake with Qi Shuanghan, who was pretending to be the director of an illegal human resources department.
"Hello, I'm Diao Guang…"
The group was halfway through their pleasantries when the elegant sound of high heels came from the staircase. Everyone looked up to see an apricot-colored long dress, a graceful figure, and crescent moon silver earrings that caught the light, swaying gently as she descended the steps.
This was a beauty of extraordinary temperament. Her beautiful eyes were expressive, her appearance graceful. She paused on the landing of the spiral staircase, lightly touching the handrail, and looked down. Her gaze swept over Wang Jiu's group before she gave a faint smile, her voice slightly magnetic, with the texture of frosted jade beads. "Uncle Zhang, are these the people looking for work?"
"Yes, Mistress."
The Mistress descended the stairs. As she landed, the hem of her dress swayed slightly. She came to stand before Qi Shuanghan. "Are you really looking for work?"
Qi Shuanghan was inwardly amazed that an NPC in a game dungeon could possess such temperament and beauty. This trip was truly worthwhile.
"Yes, Mistress. Please give us a chance."
"Then, who among you can cook?"
Qi Shuanghan didn't expose himself, very naturally patting Wang Shu on the shoulder. "Fatty, you go."
Wang Shu played along, asking where the kitchen was.
The old butler pointed to the left.
"Brother, I'll help you," Wang Jiu said. Wang Shu's heart trembled. He smiled and agreed. The Mistress glanced at them. "Are you siblings?"
Wang Shu said happily, "Yes, we are."
The Mistress gracefully rested her hand on the armrest and asked curiously, "Related by blood?"
Wang Shu: "…"
I thought you were beautiful and elegant, but why do you give people no way out the moment you open your mouth?
Fortunately, the Mistress smiled, a smile that was profoundly meaningful. Then she led the others to the dining table to talk.
Wang Jiu and Wang Shu were led to the kitchen by the old butler.
The kitchen was large and high-end.
After the old butler left, Wang Jiu surveyed the kitchen and casually opened the refrigerator. She glanced inside, her gaze pausing for a moment, then she casually closed the refrigerator door and walked to the side without alerting Wang Shu.
"Let me see what ingredients there are…"
When Wang Shu, with the professionalism of a cook, pulled open the refrigerator door, he saw it.
Inside the refrigerator, a human head dripping with blood was placed upright. But the terrifying part was that its skullcap had been pried open.
The eyeballs and brain were gone.
It was just bleeding freely—it hadn't been dead for long.
At the same time, Liao Luo and the others were added as friends by Diao Guang and pulled into a social group. The latter immediately requested an alliance, saying that this household was extremely dangerous.
"Dangerous? How dangerous? Don't be vague, be specific," Qi Shuanghan said directly.
Diao Guang: "This fucking house is haunted! Once you're in, you can't get out. And at night, there are terrifying ghostly movements. Two of my teammates have disappeared without a trace, and no social messages have come through, damn it!"
Social features are useless?
Usually, there were only two possibilities in this situation—1. The person was imprisoned by an item similar to the Tribal Chief's prison. 2. They were completely killed.
Bloodthirst.
Their hearts pounded with fear, and then they suddenly heard a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Wang Shu, nearly paralyzed with fear, was supported by Wang Jiu. She gave him a look, signaling him to make a scene. Wang Shu understood and immediately rushed out of the kitchen into the living room, questioning them angrily.
Everyone looked at the Mistress and the old butler. The Mistress cast a dark look at them. "A human head? That couldn't be…"
"It's a misunderstanding."
Wang Jiu's voice came from behind Wang Shu. Then they saw Wang Jiu walk out of the kitchen with the head, turning it over and over in her hands as she walked into the living room.
Everyone: "…"
She poked a finger into an eye socket, felt its texture, and asked the Mistress, "This is made of a special composite material, right? It looks so real."
The Mistress narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Such good eyes. Yes, this is part of my professional work."
Handing the head to Xie Lu for inspection, Wang Jiu asked with a smile, "Funerary services?"
The Mistress's expression faltered slightly. "No, makeup."
Wang Jiu: "A mortician?"
The Mistress: "…"
She laughed, leaning against the armrest of the main chair. "In your eyes, is there nothing good?"
"The Mistress herself looks very good."
"Thank you. May I ask, are you really here to look for work?"
"Of course."
The Mistress's gaze was deep. She folded her hands, her fingers gently stroking her clean, rounded nails, and asked slowly, "Does the interview require unbuttoning your shirt? That's not very proper."
As soon as she said this, Wang Shu and the others were startled. Had this woman seen them outside the courtyard earlier?
The distance seemed a bit far. If she were an ordinary person, she shouldn't have been able to see. No, they were behind the courtyard wall and gate. Even with good eyesight or binoculars, she couldn't have seen, unless…
"Apologies, there's a security camera at the gate." The Mistress smiled tactfully. "I was a little curious."
Wang Jiu: "Just a special industry custom."
The Mistress: "No, I'm curious why you didn't unbutton your shirt?"
Oh, so even Lao Wang gets hit on one day?!!
In the strange atmosphere, Wang Jiu rubbed her blood-stained fingers, sniffed them lightly, and asked with a smile, "I'm also very curious. The head is fake, but the blood is real. Where did you put the real head, Mistress?"
"Or rather, where did you two put the real master and butler of this house?"
After Wang Jiu said this, the atmosphere became even more silent. Diao Guang and the others were shocked. What? These two aren't the real owners? Then they've been threatened and oppressed all these days? Fuck!
The old butler frowned, while the Mistress raised an eyebrow, not flustered at all. She retorted, "Your reasoning?"
Even the insight skill couldn't reveal their player status. How did she figure it out?
Qiao Xuejing said, "Overall, it's fine, but the details are not standard. It's precisely this old butler's bearing and etiquette that are up to standard—however, his clothes don't fit well. The pants are too long, and the shoes don't match the butler's uniform. A professional butler wouldn't make this mistake. Such a contradiction suggests he's not the real person. The shoes, however, are his own, because the original butler's shoe size didn't fit him."
"If he's a problem, then you naturally are as well."
As she finished speaking, the old butler suddenly struck. His palm was covered in a dense golden light, with an Agility of at least 2000. In an instant, he was about to grab the throat of Qiao Xuejing, who was closest to him.
He was too fast for Qiao Xuejing to dodge, but Xie Lu drew his sword.
The sword came, and the old butler caught it with one hand, while his other hand formed a fist and punched forward.
Xie Lu didn't retreat, raising an ice shield with one hand.
Bang!!!
The stone tiles on the floor shattered.
The others all drew their weapons.
A three-way standoff.
Diao Guang's group didn't trust Wang Jiu's team either, so they stood as a separate party, but they also vaguely surrounded the Mistress and the old butler.
But the Mistress was extremely fast. Before Wang Jiu could make a move, she snapped her fingers. The head on the table suddenly exploded, releasing a terrifying poison gas.
Everyone was enveloped.
In an instant, two-thirds of the people were dead, Wang Shu and his group included.
She wasn't a makeup artist; she was a puppet master.
A master who could freely create all kinds of puppets.
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