Tang Qisheng’s expression could no longer be described as seeing a ghost. Jiang Cheng was getting goosebumps from his stare. “What are you looking at? What happened?”

Tang Qisheng opened his mouth wide, but before he could describe it, he caught Wu Yingying’s murderous glare. He immediately stopped and put on a warm smile, waving his hand with a chuckle. “What nonsense are you talking about, Brother Jiang? I’m just envious of you. Tsk tsk, having a wise, beautiful, generous, gentle, and considerate wife like Miss Wu, it’s truly… truly touching!”

Huai Yi couldn't help but curl his lip at this scene, thinking that this guy was really shameless. How could he say such cheesy words? Was there no bottom line to being human?

Jiang Cheng certainly didn't believe these nonsense words, but Wu Yingying was very satisfied. With Wu Yingying around, Jiang Cheng didn't want to spoil her mood, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle the consequences later.

With Wu and Fatty around, Jiang Cheng didn't believe anything major would happen, so the group packed up simply and prepared to leave.

Of course, before they left, they didn't forget to dispose of the bodies. Master Shui was like a treasure chest; he knew many abilities. He created another stream of ghostly green flames. The flames initially seemed inconspicuous, but they quickly spread out after landing, burning the incomplete corpses to a crisp, making it impossible for them to be revived.

Seeing this scene, everyone finally felt relieved.

The Ghost Building had been completely destroyed. Stepping out of the ruins, they found themselves in the dilapidated Sheng Shrine. This was, after all, Master Shui's world. Master Shui drew a circle on the spot, and everyone stood inside. Then, the light and shadows changed before their eyes. The next second, when they regained their senses, they found that the surrounding scenery had completely changed. They had arrived at the lakeside, and at their feet was the boat that had brought them here.

Without anyone controlling it, the bow of the boat turned and left the island, slowly sailing into the misty lake.

About half an hour later, the boat had long disappeared into the fog. At this moment, the isolated island in the water was as silent as death, filled with decay and a chilling atmosphere. However, a little further from the shore, the sand suddenly began to move. A moment later, a hand suddenly reached out from the sand. Then, a person covered in mud crawled out from under the sand.

If Jiang Cheng and the others could see this scene, they would be surprised to find that this person was none other than Zhang Qizheng, who was already dead.

But strangely, Zhang Qizheng's temperament had completely changed, and his eye sockets were inlaid with a pair of silver eyes.

"Hoo—"

Naturally, the president, resurrected in this corpse, struggled to stand up and took a rough breath. Then, he shook off the mud on his body, looked at the lake where Jiang Cheng and the others had disappeared, and a smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth. Although this plan had a slight error, he had already left a backup plan, and… he had already planted a seed of crisis beside Jiang Cheng. Now, he just had to wait and reap the benefits.

Thinking of this, the frustration in the president's heart was swept away. He slowly moved his slightly stiff body, but the next second, a gust of wind came from behind his head. The president couldn't dodge in time and was hit, falling to the ground.

Li Bai walked out from behind him with a thick wooden stick in his hand, staring vigilantly at the president convulsing on the ground. “Jiang Cheng was right, there is indeed something strange about this corpse.”

After knocking down the president, Li Bai waved towards the lake. Then, the boat that had disappeared earlier sailed back from afar, docking at the shore in a few breaths. Jiang Cheng and the others walked towards the president with the steps of victors.

The president was bleeding from his head after being hit by Li Bai's stick and was still dizzy until he saw Jiang Cheng's face.

The president gritted his teeth, his usual calm and popular demeanor gone. "You… how did you know I was here?"

Jiang Cheng squatted in front of him and said with a smile, "I couldn't figure out why you wanted to kill Zhang Qizheng at first. Although it seemed like you wanted to frame Yao Shunyu, the risk was too great. You're not so muddled-headed as to do that, until… until I found out that you can be resurrected by using corpses."

"You killed Zhang Qizheng to prepare a backup plan for yourself, so that if your plan fails, you can still use this corpse to be resurrected."

"A crafty rabbit has three burrows, you really have some skills, but unfortunately… you met me." Jiang Cheng took the knife from Wu.

The president struggled violently when he saw this. "Don't, don't kill me yet, I have something to say, I can tell you..."

"Puchi!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Cheng stepped forward and stabbed the president hard in the heart. Then, he slowly turned the hilt of the knife, and blood splattered, staining his clothes red. Jiang Cheng leaned close to the president's ear, who was full of disbelief, "It's better not to say anything, just die in peace."

As the blade was pulled out, a burst of blood spurted out. The president covered his heart and staggered back a few steps before finally falling to the ground, motionless. His rare silver eyes stared straight at the sky, covered with a layer of gray.

The scene suddenly became silent. Everyone looked at the corpse. Huai Yi swallowed and asked in a very low voice, "This time… this time he won't be resurrected, right?"

Wu and Master Shui shook their heads at the same time. It seemed that this arrogant president had finally reached the end of the road.

A crafty rabbit has three burrows, and the president faked his death twice. Whether it was in terms of hard power or scheming and calculation, this president was a tricky enemy. If he didn't have so many helpers around him this time, he really wouldn't be a match for this president.

But the fact is the fact, there are no ifs. The final result had appeared, he had won. The current president of the Night Watchers was beheaded by him.

Wu stepped forward and chopped off the corpse's head with a knife. Then, he bent down again and pulled out a wisp of black gas from the corpse, much less than before. This time, the black gas seemed to recognize its master and flew directly towards Jiang Cheng, disappearing into his body.

Jiang Cheng touched the place where he was attacked by the black gas in surprise, but after touching it for a long time, he didn't feel anything special. He lifted his clothes, and there were no traces left on it.

Master Shui stared at Jiang Cheng, as if looking at a piece of fat meat. He knew how useful those black gases were. Back then… that person gave him a little to heal his injuries, and his achievements today were greatly related to that little bit of black gas.

Now, the amount of black gas in Jiang Cheng's body was terrifying, even making him feel fear, but unfortunately, this kid had a treasure trove but didn't know it.

Thinking of this, a figure slowly appeared in Master Shui's mind. He could do without the treasure, but there were some things he had to do.