"What the f*ck?" Fatty was stunned at first, then immediately flew into a rage. He truly didn't expect this guy to make such a request.

This guy was a lunatic, Fatty thought, on par with that Chen Ran from the island instance.

Those two might even have the same mother.

"Mr. Wei," Jiao Tailang was still able to keep his cool, but Wei Jin-ting's words angered him as well. "Do you have to do this?"

Looking Wei Jin-ting up and down, Jiao Tailang gestured and said, "You're seriously injured. Are you so sure you can take down both of us?"

"And have you thought about what happens after you do? You don't have any leads. How will you face the men in black?"

"We might as well be honest with you. We haven't survived this long by being pushovers. If we really fight, at most we'll all die together." Jiao Tailang said, "I've studied judo and freestyle fighting." He paused, then said confidently, "Don't let my honest face fool you; I'm actually a really good fighter."

"Me too." Fatty put on a fierce and imposing act. "I'm even better than him. I advise you to think carefully."

"Your family raised you all this time; it wasn't easy." Fatty earnestly said, "You're still young; don't go down a path of crime."

"Is that so?" Wei Jin-ting's smile grew more exaggerated. He stared at the two men in front of him, as if he had discovered a new toy. "But I'm an orphan, so no one cares whether I live or die."

"It's okay, it's okay." Fatty, thinking only of how to redeem him, blurted out, "Why don't you recognize me as your honorary relative? That way, you'll at least have a family."

Jiao Tailang: "???"

Looking at Fatty with a complicated expression, Jiao Tailang thought that this guy was no ordinary person either. He was a silver-tongued devil, probably a hidden big shot.

And recalling how it was this fatty who had saved everyone from the sea of fire earlier...

"You're confident you can deal with him?" Jiao Tailang said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "That's great."

Fatty blinked, puzzled. "Didn't you say you'd trained? Judo, freestyle fighting..." Fatty remembered that this man had just said he was a really good fighter.

"I was lying to him," Jiao Tailang quickly explained.

Fatty paused, his face awkward. "Then, brother, we might be in trouble." He paused and whispered, "I was lying to him too."

Wei Jin-ting tilted his head, watching the two men whispering to each other. "Alright." He said with a smile, "We can begin."

"Don't push your luck!" Fatty said bravely, "No matter what, there are two of us against one of you. You won't necessarily have the advantage."

"No." Wei Jin-ting said with a smile, "You misunderstand. It's 2 vs. 2. On my side... there are also two people."

Seeming to realize something, Jiao Tailang immediately turned his head, but it was too late. A jet-black arm suddenly reached out, its target Fatty.

In desperation, Jiao Tailang immediately pushed Fatty away, but his own wrist was seized, and he was dragged into the darkness.

By the time Fatty came to his senses, Jiao Tailang had already disappeared.

"Jiao Tailang!" Fatty shouted loudly.

"Shhh—" Wei Jin-ting put a finger to his lips and slowly walked towards Fatty, a beautiful butterfly knife flipping up and down in his hand.

"Don't be noisy." Wei Jin-ting narrowed his eyes, each step leaving a bloody footprint, the creaking sound grating on one's nerves.

Stopping about 5 meters away from Fatty, Wei Jin-ting paused and bowed slightly to the former amidst his terrified gaze.

"For the time to come, please guide me."

......

"Cough, cough..." Jiao Tailang woke up in the darkness. His head was groggy; he seemed to have bumped his head when he was dragged away.

He didn't dare make a sound or move. Instead, he held his breath, sensing the movements around him.

The one who captured him was definitely a ghost.

This was probably another weird tale.

He needed to determine the source of this weird tale, or more precisely, who was the ghost in this weird tale?

There were faint sounds nearby, not loud. He held his breath, trying to press his head against the wall.

Because the posture was too uncomfortable, he slowly shifted his position, his hand groping forward along the edge of the wall.

But this one movement made his whole body go cold.

He had touched something with a furry texture.

It was quite large, and... slowly, that thing seemed to awaken and actually moved slowly.

Jiao Tailang didn't know how he clenched his teeth so hard that he didn't scream.

Then, something wet slid across his hand. His sleeves had been rolled up, and that wet, strip-like thing continued to his wrist.

A great terror exploded in his heart, his blood vessels seeming to be filled with ice shards.

That was... that was a tongue!

And it was a tongue that was much longer and larger than that of an ordinary person.

He slowly turned his stiff neck, mechanically looking towards the darkness beside him. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything, but at this moment, he was somewhat grateful.

He was worried about seeing something and then being scared to death.

The situation was already very clear: next to him in the darkness, pressed against the wall, was a person, and this person had a long tongue.

The sudden shock almost made Jiao Tailang cry. This was probably a hanged ghost.

He immediately thought of what Fatty had said.

Chu Jiu!

His eyes flickered.

What had entangled him was Chu Jiu's weird tale!

She was hanged by the ghost bride in the room, and there was also Lu Huaxu.

Thinking that Chu Jiu was licking him, Jiao Tailang felt not only fear but also some complicated emotions. After thinking about it, he suddenly felt relieved.

Chu Jiu had saved him; she had traded her life for his. Thinking about it this way, even if he died at her hands, it wasn't a loss.

The clues had also been passed on to his teammate.

Objectively speaking, he felt that he had done a good job in completing the last relay that Chu Jiu had given him.

Getting closer and closer, Jiao Tailang could even feel the latter's breath; she was approaching him bit by bit.

It seemed that everything was about to end...

At this moment, the fear in Jiao Tailang's heart gradually receded. It was quite good to have Chu Jiu see him off on his final journey, at least better than dying at the hands of an unknown stranger.

That's not right.

It was a foreign ghost.

He even had a sense of satisfaction that the resources weren't going to outsiders.

At this moment, Chu Jiu had obviously lost consciousness and no longer recognized him. Otherwise, such a kind person could never bear to attack him.

Closer and closer, at the last moment, Jiao Tailang opened his arms and pulled the approaching figure into his arms. "Don't be afraid, Chu Jiu." Jiao Tailang said softly, "Brother has come to accompany you."

But in the next second, Jiao Tailang felt that the texture... was not quite the same as he had expected, and that tongue was still frantically licking his face.

"Woof woof!"