“The goal, naturally, is to win this wealthy family’s game. Your foolish second brother discovered my existence, so naturally, he had to be the first to die.”
Liu Feiyu’s fists clenched instantly.
Thousand Faces, however, didn’t care in the slightest. He laughed maniacally, his voice growing louder and louder.
“Next, it’ll be you!”
He pointed at Liu Feiyu, malice practically taking physical form.
“After I kill that old bastard, I’ll disguise you as having committed suicide out of guilt. Take a guess—who do you think will be the final winner?”
His gaze shifted to Liu Chengjun, and his smile was filled with the exhilaration of overturning everything.
“Why, you, of course, my good employer—the future head of the Liu family, Young Master Liu Chengjun!”
The hall fell deathly silent.
Everyone’s eyes once again converged on Liu Chengjun.
The veins at Liu Chengjun’s temples bulged as he refuted him word by word. “Pure nonsense!”
Liu Feiyu sneered. “Big Brother, he’s already gone mad. Why bother taking anything he says seriously?”
“You!”
Seeing that another internal conflict was about to erupt, An Changqing’s calm voice rang out once more.
“He’s already insane. He’s deliberately trying to drive a wedge between us.”
He looked at Thousand Faces, his voice turning cold. “You still haven’t answered my question. How did you get out of the hidden room?”
That was the key issue at hand.
Thousand Faces’ laughter stopped.
His expression became extremely strange, tinged with confusion. “I… I never entered that room.”
He clutched his head and let out a painful roar.
“After he went in, the door closed! I stayed outside the whole time! I never went in!”
An Changqing’s brows drew tightly together.
“You’re lying. The note from Chairman Liu clearly stated that he had discovered Liu Xiao was an impostor.”
“The note?”
Thousand Faces froze. Then, as if he had thought of something, he began to laugh wildly, throwing his head back as tears streamed from his eyes.
His laughter grew weaker and weaker. His body began to convulse violently, and his life force rapidly ebbed away before everyone’s eyes.
Long Ao’s devastating blow and Chen Guan’s mental assault had already destroyed his foundation.
He was clearly at death’s door.
Just as everyone was preparing to deal with his corpse, his eyes suddenly flew open.
The madness and confusion in his pupils had vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold, venomous hatred so intense it seemed almost tangible.
He stiffly turned his head, his movements precise and purposeful.
His gaze swept past everyone present before finally locking onto Liu Chengjun.
“Liu Chengjun.”
Thousand Faces spoke again. His voice was no longer the ravings of a madman, but unnervingly calm and steady.
Everyone in the hall was drawn to the sudden change.
“You think killing me means our deal is over?”
Thousand Faces tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing out a twisted smile.
Liu Chengjun’s expression changed. In those eyes, he saw something that did not belong to this madman.
It was the presence behind him…
“I’ll be waiting in hell.”
Word by word, Thousand Faces used the last of his strength to utter his final curse.
“Watching as Lord Astaroth devours you bit by bit!”
Astaroth.
The moment that name came clearly from Thousand Faces’ lips, the icy expression on Liu Chengjun’s face finally cracked.
Everyone present saw his lapse of composure clearly.
With his arms folded, Liu Feiyu watched his elder brother with keen interest, a delighted smile tugging at his lips.
“Big Brother, he’s just a dying madman. Why are you taking his words seriously?”
He spoke as though driving a needle into Liu Chengjun’s most vulnerable spot.
“Shut up!”
Liu Chengjun shouted, his chest heaving violently.
Anyone who was cursed by a madman and marked by a demon god would react the same way.
Astaroth’s reputation was far from pleasant.
An Changqing’s brows knitted together. He sensed that Liu Chengjun’s reaction had been far too intense.
Chen Guan stood at the back of the crowd, his expression calm. Yet in his mind, Baal’s lazy, mocking snicker rang out.
“Kehehehe, interesting.”
“Kid, something’s not right.”
There was a gleeful, spectator-like amusement in Baal’s voice.
“The mind of this impostor was just seized from afar. He’s nothing more than a puppet on strings.”
“He finished delivering his lines, and now the strings have been cut. He’s about to be discarded.”
The instant Baal finished speaking, Thousand Faces’ body began to undergo a terrifying transformation.
His body started swelling abnormally. Black, twisted demonic markings emerged beneath his skin and rapidly spread across his body, radiating an aura of destruction.
“Not good!”
Long Ao was the first to shout.
“He’s going to self-destruct!”
Before his voice had even faded, he had already stepped forward and positioned himself in front of everyone. Hong Yuan immediately tossed the Tongxuan Turtle onto his head.
She had already unlocked the turtle chancellor’s true function.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion tore through the hall.
Thousand Faces’ body burst apart.
Instead of the expected spray of blood and flesh, his body exploded directly into a dense black mass that swept outward in every direction.
The shock wave slammed into the barrier of the Tongxuan Turtle with a shrill scraping sound, yet failed to shake it in the slightest.
The black mist at the center of the explosion did not disperse immediately.
It churned and twisted, gathering in midair into a huge, blurry face.
The face had no features, yet was filled with mockery.
It hung in the air for a moment before turning toward Liu Chengjun, who stood frozen behind the barrier.
The black mist shaped itself into a mouth that curled upward, revealing a silent, sinister grin.
That smile held the amusement of seeing through everything, as well as the madness of overturning it all.
After making that gesture, the enormous ghostly face slowly faded from the air.
Once the aftermath subsided, silence returned to the hall.
Everyone’s eyes turned, almost in unison, toward the same person.
Liu Chengjun stood alone, as though all his strength and soul had been drained from him.
His eyes were wide, fixed on the place where the ghostly face had vanished. His body was rigid and utterly motionless.
At that moment, his poise was gone. His face was as pale as paper.
After a long while, Liu Chengjun’s emotionless voice broke the silence in the hall.
“All right, everyone. The farce is over.”
He had already returned to that icy, unapproachable demeanor. The momentary loss of composure seemed almost like an illusion in the eyes of the others.
Liu Chengjun swept his gaze across the room before finally lowering it to the charred mark on the floor.
“Thousand Faces was devoured by demonic power and died in a self-detonation.”
He gave his conclusion directly, leaving no one any opportunity to object.
“All guards, listen carefully. Seal off the manor. No one is to speak of what happened tonight. Otherwise, I’ll see you in court.”
His voice carried an absolute force of control as he forcefully took charge of the chaos.
He couldn’t allow the authorities to get involved, because Liu Feiyu had connections with them.
If the authorities intervened, he would be in an impossible situation.
“Young Master Liu.”
An Changqing stepped forward, curiosity showing beneath his gentle expression.
“Thousand Faces mentioned Astaroth—and you—in his dying words.”
He paused, his tone remaining calm. “Your reaction just now made it very clear that you know what that means.”
Liu Chengjun’s gaze cut toward An Changqing like a blade.
“Are you interrogating me, Student An?”
“Just curious.”
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