Seeing her like this,
"Ahhhhh—!" Old Liu couldn't help but scream uncontrollably.
Old Wang frowned. "Who are you?"
How dare you come here pretending to be a ghost!
"Me? Of course, I'm a ghost," the white-haired woman said with a grin, opening her blood-red mouth wide. "You didn’t know, did you? This is our headquarters."
"Look," the woman pointed around.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The banging sounds from the eight coffins erupted one after another.
The coffin lids were thrown to the ground.
Then, the people lying inside the eight coffins actually stood up.
Each of their faces was a ghastly mix of blue and white, their complexions as pale as paper.
They looked utterly terrifying.
Old Liu trembled uncontrollably. "Ghosts... they're all ghosts!"
His legs shook violently, and even urine dripped down his pants.
"Do you know who this is?" The woman pointed at the man who had been lying on the ground. "His name is Lin Xuan."
"He has strong yang energy—perfect for me to absorb. I wonder how much yang energy you all have?"
"With so many of you, we’ll have a feast tonight!"
The woman began to cackle wildly.
Lin Xuan...
Old Wang suddenly turned his gaze to the man lying on the ground.
That face—it really was Lin Xuan’s!
He had thought these ghosts were all part of Lin Xuan’s scheme to scare them.
But Lin Xuan was actually dead...
"Now it’s your turn," the white-haired woman in white robes stared at them intently.
The eight figures from the coffins also moved toward them—no, floated toward them.
Each of their faces was illuminated by an eerie white light.
The factory echoed with sinister, ghostly sounds.
The scene amplified their fear a thousandfold.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Old Liu and the others scrambled toward the exit in panic.
But the door was shut tight—they couldn’t open it no matter how hard they tried.
And it was their only way out.
"You can’t escape," the woman floated toward them slowly. "The moment you stepped onto this floor, your fate was sealed."
"Just be good... and stay here as our meal."
"Hahahaha—!"
The woman laughed arrogantly again.
Suddenly—
The factory lights went out, plunging the entire floor into darkness.
Old Liu, Old Wang, and the others found their phones inexplicably shut off.
No matter how they tried, they couldn’t turn them back on.
Then—
A cold fist struck one of their faces.
Followed by another.
And another.
"Ahhhh—!" Screams of pain erupted.
They tried to fight back, but in the pitch-black factory where they couldn’t even see their own hands, they ended up hitting each other instead.
Lin Xuan and his group stood to the side, watching them brawl.
They were all wearing special contact lenses Lin Xuan had prepared, allowing them to see the chaos clearly.
Lei Hui smirked in amusement.
The boss really was ruthless.
His methods of torment were brilliant—absolutely brilliant.
Butler Wang’s eyes were fixed on the group, his face alight with excitement.
Following Young Master Lin was always so entertaining!
"I’ll kill you! How dare you hit me! Even if you’re a ghost, I’ll still beat you!" Old Liu grabbed Old Wang by the collar, raining punches on him.
Old Wang recognized Old Liu’s voice.
"Old Liu!" he groaned through gritted teeth. "It’s me—Old Wang! If I were a ghost, would my body still be warm?"
Old Liu froze.
He’d hit the wrong person?
Immediately, he let go of Old Wang.
"Old Wang, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I thought you were one of those ghosts!" Old Liu apologized frantically.
Old Wang glared at him. "You idiot!"
Once they realized they were attacking their own, they stopped fighting.
At that moment, the white light illuminating the "ghosts" flickered back on.
"Had enough fun? Now it’s our turn," the woman’s ethereal voice echoed through the vast space.
"Thud!"
All ten of them dropped to their knees.
"We’re sorry! We shouldn’t have trespassed into your territory! We were wrong—please let us go!"
"We swear, if you release us, we’ll never speak of what happened here. And we’re part of an underground organization—we can provide you with as many people as you want!"
Lin Xuan watched them mockingly.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The factory lights blazed back to life, flooding the space with brightness.
Old Liu, Old Wang, and the others were left battered and bruised, their faces swollen beyond recognition.
Lin Xuan then removed his wig, white robes, and the lifelike mask on his face.
Lei Hui, Butler Wang, Cheng Da, and Cheng Er also stripped off their ghostly disguises.
The white-haired woman had been Cheng Er in disguise.
The ghostly voice? Just a voice modulator.
Cheng Er had thoroughly enjoyed himself, still grinning with satisfaction.
"Lin Xuan... it’s you?" Old Liu’s eyes widened in shock. "You’re supposed to be dead! How are you here?"
"You mean this?" Lin Xuan walked over to the corpse.
"It’s just a hyper-realistic dummy made from food materials," he replied with a smirk.
Old Liu and Old Wang stared at the dummy in disbelief.
How... how could it look so real?
It was identical to Lin Xuan!
Wait—
Since when did technology advance enough to create something this lifelike?
Realizing they weren’t dealing with ghosts, Old Liu and Old Wang quickly scrambled to their feet.
Old Wang sneered. "Lin Xuan, even if you’re not dead today, you won’t escape."
"I’ll be honest—someone wants you castrated and your legs broken."
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Try it. Let’s see if you’re capable."
Cheng Da, Cheng Er, and the other three members of the Golden Dragon Gang immediately moved into protective positions around Lin Xuan.
But Lin Xuan waved them off. "Step back. I’ll handle these guys alone."
Cheng Da and Cheng Er had witnessed Lin Xuan’s skills firsthand.
When he had stormed the Golden Dragon Gang headquarters, he single-handedly defeated their elite fighters.
These ten men were no match for their boss.
All they had to do now was sit back and watch the beatdown.
Without hesitation, Cheng Da and Cheng Er retreated far behind Lin Xuan.
"But..." Lei Hui frowned.
Weren’t they supposed to be the boss’s bodyguards?
Why were they all keeping their distance?
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Hey everyone, taking a day off today—dealing with period cramps and hand pain. Need some rest.
Thanks to LittlePanda06, XinChuNianFu, and other sweethearts for the gifts!
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