"Ah——"
The shriek from the gun-wielding lady immediately made the group of elders surrounding Kong Jun pause for a moment.
However, the few ladies at the front row had already started frantically burrowing their way through the crowd to the back.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Did he really pull out a gun?!"
The people at the back were questioning, did he really pull out a gun, and then got scared and ran away?
"Ghost!!"
"Ghost, ghost!!"
The panicked screams from those ladies conveyed out, finally halting the crowd's curiosity.
They began backing off.
Even while retreating, the crowd couldn't resist turning back to see what had happened.
Only to see Zhang Feng descending the stairs slowly with a smile on his face.
In his left hand, he held a head, and in his right hand, another head.
A man with three heads, just like that, slowly came down the stairs.
The spectators who saw this scene all breathed a sigh of relief:
"Phew, that's not a ghost, it's just a head...."
