"Hurry! Hurry up!"
A series of urgent shouts reached Jing Yuan's ears.
"We're running out! Why did so many of them die?!"
"If we don't have enough, make more! Fill the gaps. Don't let anyone notice!"
"How? There aren't enough materials here. With this much flesh and blood, should we butcher all those who are just standing around watching?"
"That still won't be enough!"
"Idiots~" a girl's voice rang out. "If there's not enough flesh and blood, just take it from those Abundance followers."
There were so many of them, and they kept coming back to life, yet no one had even noticed.
"As soon as they die, just strip everything off them except their bones and clothes. Isn't that enough? So dumb.", The girl spoke with disdain.
With Shuhu, the Emanator of Abundance, around, those people could grow back their flesh and revive even if only their skeletons remained.
Weren't they the perfect suppliers of raw materials?
Besides, judging by the death ratio between the Abundance followers and the Cloud Knights...
For every Cloud Knight who died, five or six Abundance followers fell.
With the raw materials from five or six people, how could there not be enough to make fake bodies?
"Well said!"
The first person who had spoken stepped forward and patted the girl's shoulder.
"Since you came up with the idea, we'll leave this difficult task to you!"
"We all believe in you! Genius girl Sparkle!"
Sparkle stared blankly at the group in front of her, all showing bright grins and giving her thumbs up.
'(Elation profanity)! These people had set me up!'
She thought she was making fun of them, but instead she had walked right into their trap.
Sparkle shot everyone a resentful look, turned around, and walked toward the battlefield where the Abundance followers and the Cloud Knights were fighting.
Jing Yuan opened his eyes just in time to see Sparkle's back as she left.
"I..."
'Wasn't he dead?'
Shuhu had crushed him into a bloody pulp. He had seen it with his own eyes before dying.
Then where was this place?
Jing Yuan looked around.
What he saw were countless strange figures wearing masks, all sitting on chairs.
There were men and women, old people and children.
Every one of them looked different. The only thing they had in common was the masks on their faces.
"Oh ho! That guy's awake!"
An old man who looked to be in his eighties or nineties noticed Jing Yuan opening his eyes.
The others turned to look at him as well.
"As expected of the Luofu General. He actually woke up after three doses of anesthetic."
"I bought fake medicine!"
"Pfft."
The masked person dressed as a doctor chuckled.
"Whether it's fake or not, why don't you try it yourself?"
The man with syringes stuck in his arm trembled violently, veins bulging all over his body.
"Fake..."
Thud!
As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees in an ORZ pose.
Then, under Jing Yuan's gaze, the old man who had first noticed him stood up from his chair and ran over.
"..."
After staring at him for a while, Jing Yuan felt he must be dreaming.
'What kind of eighty- or ninety-year-old could run like Bolt?'
And while running, he suddenly did a split in midair, followed by a full three hundred and sixty-degree spin before landing.
Watching the old man continue spinning, Jing Yuan's mouth twitched.
"Stop spinning, stop spinning. I get it. You're amazing."
He was genuinely afraid the old man would spin his brains right out of his head.
Unfortunately, the old man didn't stop because of Jing Yuan's words.
Perhaps he wanted to show Jing Yuan just how incredible he was.
"(Elation profanity)!"
A sudden curse came from the old man, who was spinning and jumping with his eyes closed.
"Which bastard messed with my shoes?!"
"Pfft!"
Laughter came from the masked people behind him. Since he couldn't see their mouths, Jing Yuan couldn't tell who had spoken.
"Weren't we just worried that you're old and weak and have trouble walking? We specially got you a pair of elderly walking shoes. So? Do you like them?"
"I *****! You ****!"
"See? He likes them so much he's speaking in his hometown dialect!"
"Hahahaha..."
The others couldn't help laughing at the scene.
"What simple and honest customs..."
Jing Yuan had barely finished speaking when, in the next moment...
He saw someone get launched into the sky together with his chair, turning into a twinkling star over the Luofu.
The one responsible was a man dressed like a gentleman.
He straightened his tie and said to Jing Yuan, who was staring at him, "Don't misunderstand. Our tavern's tradition is to respect the elderly and care for the young."
"That guy is just a special case..."
As he spoke, he reached out to pat the child sitting beside him.
The child immediately slapped his hand away and said with complete confidence, "I'm twenty-eight this year!"
"Oh, sorry, bro. Couldn't tell."
"Hahahahaha!"
Another burst of laughter came from the Fools.
As the drug's effects gradually faded, Jing Yuan finally understood who these people really were from what they had said.
The guests of the Tavern under the faction of Elation.
The outsiders called them the Masked Fools.
Or simply...
People who lived for fun.
And if he wasn't mistaken, the current situation on the Luofu was the work of these people.
Such terrible losses...
The Hunt would surely repay them.
The Gentleman Fool helped the Old Fool avoid throwing his brains out.
He then carried the Devil-Muscle Fool, who was still kneeling on the ground with his butt sticking up and no one interested in collecting his corpse, back to his own seat.
On the way, he pulled out the syringes and returned them to the Doctor Fool.
Then he gestured for Jing Yuan to look behind him.
Not understanding why, Jing Yuan did as he was told.
The moment he saw what was behind him, he froze.
"This is...?"
Jing Yuan stood up and looked behind him.
Hundreds of Cloud Knights sat on the ground with their heads lowered, as if asleep.
There wasn't a single sign of mara-struck among them.
"As you can see."
The Gentleman Fool looked over the unconscious Cloud Knights and said, "These are the Cloud Knights who died on the battlefield."
"You were supposed to be one of them too. But the doctor made a mistake and failed to keep you unconscious until everything was over."
"Who would've thought three injections would only put you to sleep for a little while?"
The syringes he had used on them were meant for elephants.
Three full injections!
"With today's dosage, next time..."
"Just give him fifty shots. It'll save trouble. Or if that's still not enough... just have someone squat beside him. The moment his eyelids move, give him another shot."
"No!"
The Doctor Fool rejected the suggestion.
His exposed eyes shone with wisdom.
"I'm going to develop a special anesthetic just for him!"
After hearing that, the Gentleman looked at Jing Yuan with a trace of pity in his eyes and gently patted his shoulder.
"Be careful when you eat from now on."
"...?"
Looking away, Jing Yuan gazed at the Cloud Knights and sighed.
Thinking back to the scenes of flesh flying everywhere...
That wasn't Shuhu's revenge at all.
These people had simply used that method to swap everyone out.
The sight of flesh exploding in every direction was indeed shocking.
Even if they had slipped up a little, no one would have noticed in a scene like that.
"Wow!"
Hearing the cry of surprise, Jing Yuan turned his head.
He saw Dan Heng using his spell to draw up the waters of the ancient sea and launch an attack at Shuhu.
The corners of Jing Yuan's mouth lifted slightly.
"He does have a bit of Imbibitor Lunae's former bearing."
But after Shuhu dodged the attack, Jing Yuan's expression became serious.
He wanted to help, but these Fools definitely wouldn't let him.
"Ow!"
A cry of pain suddenly came from above Shuhu's head.
Jing Yuan followed the sound and froze.
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