Then the handle of the knife rotated, shattering the shadows on the wall.

It was not the first time that Fatty saw Wu Ji, but what he couldn't figure out was why the waiter couldn't see him and the doctor, but could see Wu, because the latter was obviously much more hidden than them.

Jiang Cheng also had similar doubts, but unlike Fatty, Jiang Cheng quickly had a guess in his mind. The reason why he and Fatty were ignored was because they had bus marks on their bodies. Logically speaking, Wu, who was on his body, should also be marked.

But as Wu becomes stronger and stronger, the imprint's restrictive effect on him becomes smaller and smaller.

When he first got on the bus, he was even suppressed and unable to show up. However, as the number of times increased, the time and frequency of his appearance in the missions greatly increased.

In Jiang Cheng's feeling, Wu is getting closer and closer to human emotions, and there is even an illusion that he is another one of himself.

It's strange to say, but he doesn't reject it.

"You guys go in, I'm here." Wu pulled out his knife and a new line of words appeared on the wall. He retreated into the shadow and looked at the darkness at the end of the passage. There seemed to be something attracting him there.

Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated and led the fat man towards the end, leaving the waiter standing motionless in his last posture, his face beginning to rot.

When I opened a door, I was greeted by the loud music that made me have a headache. When I looked around, I saw that it was full of people. Everyone was crowded together, reveling to the music.

Fatty didn't pay attention when he came here before, so he didn't know the layout of the bar, but Jiang Cheng could tell there was something wrong at a glance.

The space inside was too big, at least several times larger than what he remembered, but he held his breath and looked carefully, but he couldn't tell where the extra space was.

It was as if something was limiting his thinking.

"Doctor." The fat man asked cautiously, "What should we do now?"

The environment here instinctively made Fatty feel uneasy. His eyes swept over the surrounding crowd, and no one noticed them at all. Everyone was immersed in their own world, with the sound of clinking glasses, noisy play, and indulgent dancing, as if

Carnival before the end.

"Look at the shadow." A line of crooked words appeared on the ground.

The light inside the bar was dim. Jiang Cheng looked at several angles before he could barely see the shadows of these people on the ground. The shadows were layered on top of each other, making it difficult to distinguish.

But... the fat man took a breath. The shadows of these people were very terrifying. They were missing arms and legs. Some of them had holes as big as bowls all over their bodies. Some of them had no heads, or even half of their bodies were missing.

It's hard to imagine what these people have gone through before.

"Good evening, gentlemen." A man dressed as a waiter walked through the crowd and walked up to them. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled just right. "Do you have an appointment?"

This sentence was scarier than seeing a ghost. After all, the waiter was speaking to Jiang Cheng.

He can see it.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, his expression quickly returned to normal, and he answered very familiarly: "We have an appointment, but I won't bother you anymore. We can walk around casually, and you can go and do your work."

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

The waiter had just walked away when the fat man looked at Jiang Cheng and said urgently: "Doctor, how could that guy just now..."

"He is not one of those things, so he can naturally see us." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice, "He is a human being, the same as us, so there is nothing wrong with his shadow."

Although the fat man's brain is not as useful as Jiang Cheng's, he can think about the recent events and a guess formed in his mind, "This supernatural incident should have been caused by the night watchman. The waiter just now was pretending to be a night watchman." ?”

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

After reacting, the fat man immediately turned around and checked the door through which they came in. Fortunately, the door was still there, and he could open it even if he tried.

"Doctor, let's go quickly. The night watchman is also here." Fatty grabbed the door handle and urged: "Let's tell Boss Lin about the situation here and let her send someone to deal with it."

"It's too late to leave now." Jiang Cheng said, "And it's not wise either. We are all in the same supernatural event, both us and the night watchmen, but this supernatural event does not pose a threat to us."

"I don't believe that the night watchmen here are like us and have the ability to be completely immune to this supernatural event. In other words, they don't dare to attack us in a big way because of the out-of-control disciple."

"And we have been noticed by the night watchmen. Now if we leave and go outside, it will be their world."

And even if there was a real fight with the Night Watchmen, Jiang Cheng's side would not have no chance of winning. There was one thing Jiang Cheng didn't tell Fatty, and that was his attitude just now.

Jiang Cheng guessed that Wu had already sensed the situation inside, and he was not too afraid of the out-of-control disciples inside or the ambush night watchman. If everything went well today, there might be a sumptuous meal.

Jiang Cheng was not willing to miss the opportunity to strengthen Wu's strength. After all, he was still counting on him to fight against the bus in the future.

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

…

The leaving waiter turned left and right and came to a relatively remote location. There was a dark door here. If you don't look carefully, it almost blends in with the dim background.

After confirming that no one was following, the waiter raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Boom."

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong."

After a few seconds, the door opened a crack. The people inside confirmed who was coming before opening the door.

This is a relatively large private room, and there is a tall old man sitting on the sofa inside. The old man has white beard and hair, his back is straight, and he is concentrating with his eyes closed.

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

"Presiding Judge." The waiter bowed respectfully and whispered: "They are here."

Hearing this, the presiding judge finally opened his eyes, but at this moment, his eyes were different from before. They were covered with a red film, and his pupils shrank into a slit.

Being stared at by these eyes was like being preyed upon by a cold-blooded snake.

The waiter did not dare to look at the presiding judge at all, and bent even lower.

"Finally...here." The presiding judge's throat was hoarse, and his collar stood up very high, but even so, it couldn't cover the scale-like things spreading out of his neck. They were densely packed and looked like a scalp. numb.

His current condition is very poor, and there is a possibility of being completely eroded almost at any time, and his appearance here today has nothing to do with the Night Watchman's plan, it is entirely for himself.
Chapter completed!