The fat man craned his neck to look, but Jiang Cheng covered his eyes. "Too brutal, don't watch."

After prying Jiang Cheng's hand away, the fat man pondered for a moment and advised in a suggestive tone, "Doctor, why don't you try persuading Wu? This is too… too much."

Jiang Cheng grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby empty table, found two clean glasses, poured himself half a glass, and slowly sipped it. "How am I supposed to persuade him? Should I say, 'Wu, don't eat them, Wang Pangzi says it's making him hungry'?"

The fat man's face turned green. "Damn it, Doctor, don't you try to set me up!"

Jiang Cheng continued to sip his wine, watching Wu's running figure, and chuckled. "Look how happy he is. Happiness is the most important thing. Why worry so much? Those shadows are no longer human. If their original owners were still conscious, they wouldn't want their shadows to be driven around. Wu is doing a good deed."

As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the fat man saw Wu open his bloody maw and drag out a shadow that was crawling under a table, then stomp it into pieces. Then, he quickly pounced on another trembling shadow.

The fat man couldn't help but shudder, then closed his eyes and comforted himself, "It's all fake, it's all fake. The doctor said Wu is doing a good deed, a physical exorcism of these ghosts. Yes, that must be it!"

Jiang Cheng poured a glass of wine for the fat man, trying to reassure him. But as soon as the fat man picked up his glass, he heard an extremely miserable cry for help, "Help! Help!"

It was a man's voice, sounding young, his throat hoarse from shouting.

Jiang Cheng immediately stood up, looking in the direction of the sound. He saw Wu with his mouth wide open, but this time the shadow in Wu's mouth was very tenacious, using his arms and legs to prop open Wu's mouth, preventing him from closing it.

Even more frightening, the cry for help was coming from Wu's mouth.

"Ghosts can call for help?" The fat man was shocked.

Something was amiss. Jiang Cheng put down his glass and ran to Wu's side. At this moment, Wu seemed to sense that this shadow was different, and disgustedly spat it out.

The moment the shadow left Wu, a young man among the dazed crowd nearby suddenly began to cough violently, which immediately attracted the curiosity of Jiang Cheng and the fat man.

The young man raised his head, his eyes darting around Jiang Cheng and the fat man in fear, constantly examining their shadows.

"You… are you human?" the fat man asked.

Zhou Ze finally caught his breath, but was startled into taking a step back. "What, aren't… aren't you?"

"We're human. Just now..." Jiang Cheng tilted his head, gesturing to his shadow on the wall, and explained kindly, "It was just a misunderstanding. Don't mind it. He mistook you for one of those things. He didn't mean any harm."

"Are you Jiang Cheng?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

Jiang Cheng's eyes flickered, then he feigned ignorance, acting as if he was hearing the name for the first time, and asked with curiosity, "Jiang what? What's up, are you looking for this person?"

"Impossible, you must be Jiang Cheng!" Zhou Ze glanced warily at the shadow on the wall and said, "Your friends are in danger, they need you to save them!"

Led by Zhou Ze, they quickly found No. 13, who had fallen unconscious, in a hidden place. Jiang Cheng had seen this child with Lin Wan'er before and recognized him immediately.

The fat man felt a strange sense of familiarity the moment he saw No. 13. He carefully picked up No. 13. "Wake up, how are you? Where are you hurt? You..."

Suddenly, Wu in shadow form looked at the fat man. He sensed the aura of another door on this fat man.

Slowly, the fat man's calls seemed to work. The boy in his arms gradually opened his eyes. After seeing the fat man's face clearly, No. 13 hugged him tightly and cried, "No. 10, No. 2 has been captured! You have to… you have to find a way to save him!"

After a moment, suddenly realizing that finding the fat man was probably useless, No. 13 very sensibly turned to look at Jiang Cheng. "Quick, Zero, please, take Wu and save No. 2!"

"Who captured him?" Jiang Cheng walked up, intending to ask for details.

"Above," No. 13 said urgently. "It's the guy who caused this paranormal event. He's very strong. No. 2 was ambushed by that guy while trying to save us, and then his shadow was captured."

"Also, you… you must be careful of the Night Watchers. They have people here too. It's the old guy, the High Judge. His target is Wu!" No. 13 continued, "He wants the door where Wu is!"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng immediately looked at the shadow on the wall. He didn't expect Wu's mouth to be even wider.

"Save people first, then go find the High Judge." Jiang Cheng said to Wu in a tone of negotiation, "If you can beat them today, they're all yours, okay?"

Wu's eyes slowly turned to No. 13, seeming interested in him too.

The fat man immediately shielded No. 13 with his body, looking at Wu warily. "You can't eat this one, he's one of us," Jiang Cheng gestured with his hands.

Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, No. 13 breathed a sigh of relief.

"He's too small right now, not enough to fill a tooth gap. Let's raise him first. When he grows up, if he doesn't behave or offends us, you can eat him then," Jiang Cheng added.

Although he knew Jiang Cheng was just like this, and Wu wouldn't really eat him, No. 13 was still terrified of Wu. No. 2 had once warned him to stay away from Wu as much as possible.

In No. 13's horrified eyes, Wu's shadow gradually solidified, then walked down from the wall. He was dressed in black, his pale face adorned with a pair of blood-red eyes, and he held a slender knife in his left hand.

The knife was sheathed, but it was still difficult to conceal the sharp aura, as if it could sever souls.

Ever since Wu came in, he had noticed that there was something wrong with these shadows. He also knew that these were just puppets. Behind them, there was a powerful guy controlling them.

But he had not yet confirmed the other party's location. In his perception, the entire bar had a strange aura, every inch of it. It was as if this bar was built with flesh and blood mixed with reinforced concrete.

"Above..." Wu raised his head, his blood-red eyes looking at the ceiling.

The next second, a cell phone rang, not far from them.

It was a middle-aged man in a suit with his head lowered and a stiff expression. The cell phone rang from his palm, where there was a flashing light, a cell phone.

The man was already dead, and his shadow had been taken care of by Wu. At this moment, even the side of his face showed signs of decay.

This phone seemed to stimulate Zhou Ze's sensitive nerves. He rushed over, looked at the caller ID on the screen, hung up directly, and turned around nervously to say, "You can't answer this ghost phone, whoever answers it will..."

Before he could finish speaking, dozens or hundreds of cell phones rang at the same time.