Then the hilt of the knife rotated, shattering the shadow on the wall.

This wasn't the first time Fatty had seen Wu in action, but what he couldn't understand was why the waiter could see Wu but not him and the doctor, even though Wu was much more hidden.

Jiang Cheng also had similar doubts, but unlike Fatty, Jiang Cheng quickly formed a guess in his mind. The reason he and Fatty were being ignored was because they bore the mark of the bus. Logically speaking, Wu, as the door on his body, should also be affected by the mark, but as Wu grew stronger, the mark's restrictive effect on him diminished.

When they first got on the bus, Wu was suppressed and couldn't even manifest, but as the number of times increased, the time and frequency of his appearance in tasks greatly increased.

Jiang Cheng felt that Wu was becoming more and more like a person, and even had the illusion that he was another self.

Strangely enough, he wasn't repulsed.

"Go in, I'll be here." Wu drew his knife, and a new line of words appeared on the wall. He retreated into the shadows, his eyes looking towards the darkness at the end of the passage, as if something there was attracting him.

Jiang Cheng didn't hesitate any longer and walked towards the end with Fatty, leaving the waiter, who was still in his final pose, standing motionless in place, his face beginning to rot.

Pushing open a door, the blaring music assaulted their ears, and looking around, the place was packed with people, all huddled together, reveling to the music.

Fatty hadn't paid attention when he came before, so he wasn't sure about the layout of the bar, but Jiang Cheng spotted the problem at a glance.

The space inside was too large, at least several times larger than he remembered, but he held his breath and looked carefully, yet he couldn't pinpoint exactly which parts were extra.

It was as if something was limiting his thinking.

"Doctor," Fatty asked cautiously, "what do we do now?"

The environment here instinctively made Fatty uneasy. His gaze swept over the surrounding crowd, but no one seemed to notice them. Everyone was immersed in their own world, with the clinking of glasses, the sounds of boisterous laughter, and the unrestrained dancing, like a carnival before the end of the world.

"Look at the shadows," a crooked line of words appeared on the ground.

The interior of the bar was dimly lit, and Jiang Cheng had to find several angles before he could barely make out the shadows these people cast on the ground. The shadows were layered on top of each other, making it difficult to distinguish them.

But... Fatty gasped. The shadows of these people were terrifying. Missing arms and legs were considered good, some had holes the size of bowls all over their bodies, and a few had no heads, or were missing half their bodies.

It was hard to imagine what these people had gone through.

"Good evening, gentlemen." A person dressed as a waiter walked through the crowd and came to them, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, smiling just right, "Do you have a reservation?"

This sentence was scarier than seeing a ghost, because this waiter was speaking to Jiang Cheng.

He could see them.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then his expression quickly returned to normal. He replied very familiarly, "We're meeting someone, but don't worry about it, we'll just wander around, you go ahead and get busy."

"Then call me if you need anything." The waiter didn't press the issue and turned to leave.

As soon as the waiter had walked a short distance away, Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng and said urgently, "Doctor, how could that guy..."

"He's not one of those things, so of course he can see us." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice. "He's a person, a person like us. His shadow is fine."

Although Fatty's brain wasn't as sharp as Jiang Cheng's, when he connected the recent events, a guess took shape in his mind. "This supernatural event must have been caused by the Night Watchers. Was that waiter just now a Night Watcher in disguise?"

"Most likely." Jiang Cheng watched the waiter walk away, until his back disappeared.

Realizing this, Fatty immediately turned around to check the door they had entered through. Fortunately, the door was still there, and he tried it, and it could be opened.

"Doctor, let's get out of here quickly. The Night Watchers are here too." Fatty grabbed the doorknob and urged, "Let's tell Boss Lin about the situation here and have her send someone to deal with it."

"It's too late to leave now," Jiang Cheng said. "And it's not wise either. We're all in the same supernatural event, both us and the Night Watchers, but this supernatural event doesn't pose a threat to us."

"I don't believe the Night Watchers here have the same ability to completely immune themselves to this supernatural event as we do. In other words, here they are afraid of that out-of-control Disciple and dare not openly attack us."

"And we've already been noticed by the Night Watchers. If we leave now, outside is their territory."

Moreover, even if they really fought the Night Watchers, Jiang Cheng's side wasn't without a chance of winning. There was also something Jiang Cheng didn't tell Fatty, and that was Wu's attitude just now.

Jiang Cheng guessed that Wu had already sensed the situation inside, and he wasn't afraid of either the out-of-control Disciple inside or the ambushing Night Watchers. If everything went smoothly today, perhaps there would be a sumptuous meal.

Jiang Cheng didn't want to miss the opportunity to strengthen Wu's strength, after all, he was still counting on him to fight the bus in the future.

"Let's find a place to hide first," Jiang Cheng continued.

...

The waiter who had left made a few turns and arrived at a relatively secluded location. There was a dark door here, which almost blended into the dim background if you didn't look carefully.

After making sure no one was following him, the waiter raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Dong."

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong."

After a few seconds, the door opened a crack, and the person inside confirmed who it was before opening the door.

This was a relatively large private room, and at the moment a tall old man was sitting on the sofa inside. The old man's hair and beard were all white, his back was straight, and he was resting with his eyes closed.

The old man exuded an astonishing aura, but his wounded face looked a little embarrassed.

"Chief Inquisitor," the waiter respectfully bowed and said in a low voice, "They're here."

Hearing this, the Chief Inquisitor finally opened his eyes, but at this moment, his eyes were different from before, covered with a layer of red film, and his pupils had also contracted into a slit.

Being stared at by these eyes was like being targeted as prey by a cold-blooded snake.

The waiter didn't dare to look the Chief Inquisitor in the eyes at all, and bent his waist even lower.

"Finally... here." The Chief Inquisitor's throat was hoarse. His collar was very high, but even so, it couldn't cover the scale-like things spreading out from his neck, dense and numerous, making one's scalp tingle.

He was in a very bad state now, almost in danger of being completely eroded at any time, and his appearance here today had nothing to do with the Night Watchers' plan, it was entirely for himself.

He didn't have time to wait for the Abyss Plan, he urgently needed to devour another door.