Although they noticed the anomaly, the group was more worried about that murderous god chasing after them. "Split up, save whoever can make it!"

The group struggled through the thick snow, scattering in all directions. But soon, they became lost in the vast blizzard.

The wind grew stronger, almost blinding them. What they couldn't understand was why this street, which wasn't very long, seemed to have no end, no matter how far they walked.

When they tried to use their phones to call for help, there was no signal at all.

"Calm down!" One of them, panting heavily, steadied himself against an old wooden utility pole and surveyed his surroundings nervously. "This looks like a new kind of supernatural event. I just don't know if it's..."

Before he could finish speaking, a scream interrupted him. His teammate stared at the spot beside him, his face pale, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition. Then, the utility pole he was holding moved inexplicably. When he came to his senses, he finally realized that it wasn't a utility pole at all, but a withered, decaying leg belonging to an extremely tall, mummy-like giant.

The giant was hidden in the blizzard, its two lantern-like eyes gleaming with eerie green light. It was now looking down at them. It lifted its other leg from the snow and strode across the street, each step spanning more than ten meters, instantly crushing his teammate underfoot.

His teammate didn't even have time to cry for help before he was trampled into a puddle of flesh. The next moment, a giant arm swept over, grabbed him in its hand, and brought him towards its shriveled, hideous mouth.

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

From the depths of the blizzard came the faint, sickening sound of chewing, mixed with the cracking of bones.

Of those who had scattered in four directions, only the last team remained. This team hadn't chosen to flee randomly, because they were the closest to the previous battle and had seen it most clearly.

They thought it was unrealistic to escape from the man in black.

So they feigned a move and, after escaping the sight of Jiangcheng and the others, immediately changed direction and hid in the dance floor of the bar.

It was dark here, and most importantly, there were corpses standing everywhere like statues.

They blended in perfectly.

Having killed the chief judge, the man in black wouldn't stay long, they reasoned. They planned to wait until the man in black and Jiangcheng's group left before finding a chance to escape.

"Don't use your phones." The leader stood among the corpses, lowering his voice to warn his companions:

"Otherwise, if the signal is intercepted, we're all dead."

The others hid in the shadows, nodding slightly.

They were hiding towards the back of the dance floor, where the visibility was poor. Looking towards the front, they could only see a blur of outlines. After a while, they began to inch forward, trying to see if the others had left, since there hadn't been any movement for a long time. But as they moved, the leader glanced aside and suddenly noticed that only three of them were slowly moving. One of them was still standing in place.

Not motionless, but his body was shaking uncontrollably.

He turned sideways and stared intently. He saw that this person's body was strangely tense, his face full of fear, his eyes constantly looking at the three of them. His eyeballs were straining to look to one side, as if giving a warning. Or perhaps it was a warning. The person was standing in the middle of a group of corpses, making the scene indescribably eerie, as if he were being controlled by something.

The leader remained calm, using the faint light to carefully observe the person's surroundings. Slowly, his breathing stopped, his pupils contracted. He finally saw it!

It was behind the person!

Standing there was a tall man, whose strangeness far surpassed that of the bizarre corpses here. He wore a dirty apron and had thick transparent tape wrapped around his head. Even in this light, you could see the resentful eyes beneath the tape.

Before the leader could react, the man swung the axe in his hand and cleaved the trembling man in front of him in two. Blood and entrails splattered everywhere. After a scream and the sound of running, the scene fell silent again.

When the four shadows returned to Wu as promised, only they were left alive in the entire bar. The successive shocks had overwhelmed Zhou Ze, and he finally slumped over and passed out. Fatty wanted to wake him, but Number 2 came over, checked Zhou Ze's breathing, and slowly stood up, signaling Fatty not to worry. In this situation, Zhou Ze fainting wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"We can just leave." Number 13 glanced at Wu with some trepidation, then quickly averted his eyes and said softly, "We'll report what happened here to the Master. The higher-ups will send someone to clean up, so don't worry."

Before leaving the bar, Jiangcheng took one last look around. Stiff corpses stood everywhere in the bar. The bar he had known had turned into such a terrifying sight.

Among the corpses, he also found the bar owner, the bald, burly man. Sadly, not even a complete corpse was left of him. Half of his body had been cut off, exposing his purplish-blue internal organs. The scene was terrifying.

Jiangcheng was sure he would never come to this bar again.

After leaving the bar, Wu disappeared silently, and Jiangcheng regained his shadow.

Back at the studio, Fatty went to the fridge and got several bottles of cold beer. After opening one, he gulped down several large mouthfuls, then collapsed on the sofa, gasping for breath.

Their time in the supernatural event had been short, but the intensity had far exceeded expectations. According to the information revealed by Number 13, this operation had been directed at him, with the goal of seizing the door on his body.

It had been orchestrated by the chief judge of the Night Watch.

"Doctor," Fatty finally caught his breath, saying with lingering fear, "That was close. We almost ended up dead. Thank goodness Brother Wu was so awesome."

As if responding to Fatty's words, Jiangcheng's shadow on the wall trembled, then straightened its neck, like someone giving a satisfied burp.

Fatty: "...Whatever makes you happy."

Late at night, at the Night Watch's executive department building.

In a spacious office, a middle-aged man in a black uniform sat on a sofa, his face stern, his temples already graying. His sharp eyes couldn't hide his fatigue.

Across from him sat a swarthy, bearded strongman. Unlike the middle-aged man's composure, the strongman was clearly more nervous, glancing at the phone on the table from time to time, as if waiting for something.

Until the phone suddenly vibrated.

The strongman immediately picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and connected the call. After a few seconds, the strongman's tense expression finally relaxed, and his eyes showed unconcealed excitement. "Okay, okay! You go arrange it immediately, and I'll report to the Director right away!" After putting down the phone, the strongman looked at the middle-aged man across from him, his expression excited. "Director, he's here!"

"Finally here!" The middle-aged man was the current chairman of the Night Watch's executive department, and the guest he had invited today was crucial to their next actions. "Jinwu, go pick up Mr. Gong. Remember not to stop on the way. Take him directly to the conference room." Zhou Jinwu smiled slightly. "Don't worry, Director. I'll go get him myself. As you instructed, the people on duty nearby tonight..."

"And with you and Mr. Gong here, who would dare to stir up trouble?"

"These are troubled times, and we must be prepared," the middle-aged man said, clearly not as optimistic as Zhou Jinwu. He reached out and rubbed the bridge of his nose, dispelling some of his fatigue. "Have the others arrived?"

"Yes, seven of the sixteen branch leaders have arrived and are waiting for you in the conference room." Zhou Jinwu paused, a hint of anger flashing across his face. "The rest of them stopped being on our side a long time ago. I'm too ashamed to even mention the terrible things they've done for various families over the years. They've long abandoned their original intentions when they joined the executive department!"

"If it continues like this, the Night Watch will be completely ruined in their hands!" The middle-aged man stood up, his expression solemn. "We must make changes! That's why I called Mr. Gong to discuss this."

"My previous estimate of the various families was too conservative. I didn't expect them to be so utterly mad! Supernatural events are happening frequently everywhere, and their shadows are behind them all!"

"They... they're all crazy!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth. He regretted not listening to Gong Zhe sooner. More importantly, he had overestimated the families' bottom line.

As well as those people behind the families. He walked to his desk, opened a locked drawer, and took out a document. He had prepared this document a long time ago, and it contained information on the Night Watch's top leaders.

He planned to give the document to Gong Zhe and contact the forces behind Gong Zhe. He would act as an internal agent, and when the time was right, they would work together from the inside and outside to destroy the Night Watch.

He had hesitated about this for a long time before finally making up his mind.

The oath he had taken when he first joined the Night Watch still echoed in his ears, but the Night Watch of today... was no longer the Night Watch of those days. It was just a tool for the various family forces to fight for power and profit.

"I watch in the dark of night, only hoping that more people will sing the praises of dawn." Staring at the flowing oath embroidered on the lining of his uniform, the middle-aged man only felt it was ridiculous and absurd.

When the Night Watch became the darkness, was there still any need for such a Night Watch to exist?

He had initially chosen to join the Night Watch to use his power to protect more ordinary people who were worth protecting, not to obtain the three words "Night Watch," this flashy and impractical title.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the document, and the middle-aged man's steps felt much lighter.

He turned around, closed the door, and walked down the corridor towards the elevator. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill swept over him. It was an intuition, and the middle-aged man became vigilant.

The lights above the corridor slowly went out, replaced by the dim green glow of the emergency lights on both sides of the corridor.

A figure appeared at the corner at the end of the corridor, its back to the middle-aged man.

Judging from the clothes and the shape of its body, it was Zhou Jinwu, who had left not long ago. But now, Zhou Jinwu didn't say a word, standing there like a clothes rack. The scene was very strange.

The middle-aged man immediately retreated, wanting to return to his office. But when he turned around, he realized that the way back had disappeared, leaving only darkness.

Now that things had come to this, the middle-aged man calmly took off his black uniform and threw it aside, folding the document and putting it in a secure place next to his skin.

The situation was now very clear: trouble had come knocking.

Whether it was sent by the Night Watch's upper echelons or by experts from the various families, it no longer mattered. What mattered was how he would deal with it.

He walked step by step towards Zhou Jinwu, who had his back to him. "Jinwu?" He still held a glimmer of hope.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to reach the figure's back, the figure suddenly turned around, opened its arms, and lunged at the man.

The buttons of its clothes were torn open, revealing a chest that had become a skeleton. Zhou Jinwu's face still wore the expression he had had before his death: fear and confusion, both were present, but the body below the neck had been carved into a skeleton.

Even more terrifying, the skeleton was spotless, with not a trace of flesh, as if someone had carefully scraped it clean with a knife and then wiped it carefully with a cloth.

The middle-aged man reacted quickly, raising a leg and kicking the skeleton squarely in the chest. But the scene he had imagined, of the skeleton being kicked apart, did not occur. The skeleton flew backwards and lay on the ground for a few seconds before suddenly standing up again, moving in a way that no human could. So Duān novels Net

Afterwards, Zhou Jinwu's stiff expression suddenly changed, his eyes narrowed downwards, bending into two curved lines, and the corners of his mouth gradually stretched towards both sides, almost reaching his ears, revealing an unusually terrifying smile.

At the same time, a chilling laugh came from Zhou Jinwu's mouth, "Hehehe..."

The other party had made Zhou Jinwu's corpse like this in an attempt to frame Gong Zhe, the Bone Carver, but the middle-aged man saw through it at a glance. If it had been done by Gong Zhe, there wouldn't have been any crooked knife marks left on the skeleton. Old memories surfaced in his mind. Based on this puppet-like skeleton in front of him, the middle-aged man had confirmed the other party's identity. "Puppet Master, you're still alive."

"Hehehe..." Zhou Jinwu's grin widened, his eyes narrowed into slits, his two rows of white teeth opening and closing as he spoke: "It's rare that after so long, Director still remembers me."

"Hehehe..."

Remembering Hua Huai, the Puppet Master, the man couldn’t help frowning. This Puppet Master was infamous decades ago. After hunting people, he liked to turn them into puppets and then use them as bait to lure and kill others. After he captured this person, he handed him over to the higher-ups. He originally intended to publicly execute him, but later the news came from above that the person had died in prison, so he slowly forgot about this person. He never thought there would be a day when they would meet again.