The King of Black Fog

Della carried several burning logs, passing through all the tables and chairs, heading towards the fireplace at the other end.

Li Changzhou watched her, confirming she hadn't noticed those Black Lines.

"Are you here to mine hard ice or to seek 'Great Power'?" she bent over, casually asking while lighting the fireplace.

"What do you think?" Li Changzhou countered.

"Answering a question with a question, so cautious... I bet you're the latter."

Li Changzhou still didn't answer directly: "Does Miss Della know about the 'Great Power'?"

"Of course." Della straightened her waist and turned around, pointing to her left eye at Li Changzhou, "This eye was blinded by that thing."

"How much Money will it take for you to tell me everything you know?"

"All of it."

Li Changzhou untied the beast bag from his waist and threw it on the table.

Della looked at the heavy bag, then glanced at Li Changzhou again.

"I mean—the total from all of your seven people." She crossed her arms.

Li Changzhou grabbed the Beast Skin Bag and tied it back to his waist.

The 'Subway' instance is in Virtual Time and Void Space, and you might never visit a second time in a lifetime, still considering those people as fictional, long dead.

But this time it's the 'Ship' instance, whether it's the corpse lying on the ground or the old man upstairs, Andy and others, all are real living people.

He did not have the authority to decide their livelihood assets.

The tavern's waitress hurriedly came downstairs, really using a kettle to fill with snow from outside the tavern door, placing it on the fireplace to boil.

Then began preparing horse meat.

A horse already slaughtered is dragged out from the snow, directly dissected in the snowy ground.

After dissecting, except for the particularly dirty places wiped with snow casually, the rest was directly cooked without washing.

Among the "Dong! Dong!" sounds of chopping horse bones, guests slowly came downstairs, each looking just awoken, some had not slept all night, only closing their eyes at dawn for a moment.

These people sat in the hall, either with tense expressions or dazed.

Those who were nervous were attacked by Li Changzhou last night; those who were dazed were probably knocked on the door but nothing happened to them.

"Captain!" "Boss!" The old man, Shiquan, and others also came downstairs, quickly gathering around Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou nodded, signaling that he was fine, no need to worry or hurry.

"When the kerosene lamp was down to one-third, someone knocked on the door. I thought it was you, boss, but asked aloud, and there was no response." Andy said.

"It wasn't me." Li Changzhou pointed towards one side of the fireplace, "Tali, go fetch two pots of water, get the blue kettle."

"Mm!"

The blue kettle holds the freshest snow from the topmost layer.

The child possessing 'Great Power' also came downstairs, the already sparse voices in the hall dwindled further, everyone cautiously avoided his gaze, yet couldn't help but glance at him.

When the heavily bundled Yang Qinglan came downstairs, Li Changzhou spoke: "Are you alone?"

Yang Qinglan nodded.

"Do you want to join us, so we can watch each other's backs?"

"Captain..." The old man hesitated a bit.

"Relax." Li Changzhou said.

And so, Yang Qinglan joined the Shadow Team.

When Della served breakfast, she affectionately placed her arms on Li Changzhou's left shoulder, whispering in his ear: "If you want to know, it takes eight people~"

It wasn't until Della returned to the bar that Andy withdrew his gaze from her full hips.

He grinned sneakily, "Boss, were you with her last night?"

"Hurry and eat, there's more to do later." Li Changzhou picked up his Dagger.

Breakfast included soup made with horse fat randomly fragmented among horse meat, a piece of horse rib stuffed into horse intestines as "sausage," with only a handful of salt as seasoning.

Li Changzhou ate quickly, and the others followed suit.

Once the eight people had eaten thoroughly, the corpse lying on the ground slowly sat up.

The sound of chewing food abruptly stopped.

The corpse, with a pale and chilling visage, frost-clumped hair, drew the Weapon at its waist, holding the Longsword single-handedly, advancing towards the nearest table of living people.

"What's going on?!"

"Why does a corpse dead here turn into an Ice Corpse?!"

"Shut up! Burn it!"

Voices erupted explosively.

The corpse walked at an unhurried pace.

From the table targeted by the corpse, three hefty men stood up, one wielded a Hook, another wielded a shield and an axe, and the last went to the fireplace to fetch fire.

The shield-bearer advanced, pressing step by step towards the corpse, the Hook-bearer followed behind, the Hook in hand "whoosh! whoosh!" spinning in preparation.

Boom!

The shield-bearer dug his heels into the ground, erupting like a fierce tiger, suddenly pressing forward.

The corpse blocked with the sword body, its footwork Transcendent, the shield-bearer's Mount Tai like strike turned into a laughably clumsy slip, tumbling out.

The corpse casually swung its Longsword, entwining the flying Hook.

Its left hand stretched out, grasping the Hook's rope, yank forcefully, propelling the startled Hook-bearer towards the Longsword.

The Hook hand fell to his knees, bending backward as if breaking his body.

Swoosh!

The Longsword tore through the hat, drawing a blood line on the scalp.

The Hook hand rolled to the side, quickly distancing himself, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

In this simple exchange, he had already walked the edge of death.

"Something's wrong! There's a problem with this Ice Corpse!" he shouted in horror, hot Blood Pearl streaming down his forehead.

The corpse lifted the bleeding sword, continuing to approach the Hook hand.

"Move aside!"

The Hook hand rolled to evade, and a fiery arrow shot from behind him.

The corpse neither moved nor evaded, standing knight-like with the Longsword raised, blocking its forehead.

Ding!

The fiery arrow was nailed to the sword, falling to the ground.

The archer's eyes widened, the Ice Corpse could actually block arrows and even predicted his aim!

The corpse lifted the Longsword and continued forward.

"All together!" The group at the table grabbed their weapons, and the archer ignited again.

This was a seasoned Hunter team, and at the command, several people moved like well-oiled machines, coordinating flawlessly.

However, facing the rushing crowd, the corpse's eyes were gray, its expression indifferent, it merely drew the sword—

Slash!

The sword's roar exploded, the echo lingering!

The massive corpse like an iron tower, its body appeared as rigid as a javelin, bringing a strong sense of pressure to everyone.

The right hand wielded the Longsword with wide motions, cutting, parrying, sweeping... simple moves executed with transcendent mastery, displaying unparalleled Sword Skill.

The icy blade's light resembled a beast's maw, frequently biting toward their vital spots.

With one charge, the corpse remained unscathed, this entire group was left with injuries.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Bai Zi quickly whispered: "Captain! This corpse is being manipulated!"

"This person's combat skills are extremely high!" the old man said.

"Higher than you, old man?" Andy asked.

The old man said nothing, his expression unpleasant.

"I'll give it a try!" Andy stood up.

"Andy!"

"Come back!"

Li Changzhou and the old man shouted simultaneously, but Andy had already rushed out.

He crouched like a leopard, pressing on the sheath of the waist-bound Dagger, quickly advancing, then suddenly accelerated, the Dagger glimmered like sudden water light, instantly swiping toward the corpse's legs.

Andy showed a hint of a confident, ferocious smile.

At that moment, the Longsword descended like the sky collapsing.

Andy's whole body tingled, heart pounding furiously, he retreated like a spring.

Sizzle!

The Longsword grazed his neck, cutting into the winter clothing, leaving a cut on the neck.

Andy stumbled, barely stabilizing himself, tightly covering his neck, gasping heavily.

"Andy!" the old man rushed forward.

"I'm, I'm fine." Andy replied, still shaken.

The old man held the Dagger at his waist, standing in front of Andy, prepared for battle, yet the corpse treated him like a fly, choosing to ignore and continued walking forward.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, turned and sharply slapped Andy, making blood spill from his mouth.

"Old man! What are you doing! I'm fine, and besides—"

Pah!

Li Changzhou slapped him again.

Andy froze, speechless.

"Did we make a mistake?!" the old man's eyes were sharp.

"..."

The old man sighed, looked again at the corpse walking toward the child, and said: "The opponent not only possesses proficient combat skills but also uses the strategic advantage of both sides in a transcendent manner."

He turned his head to look at Andy sitting on the ground: "You tell us."

Eddie bowed his head: "The corpse didn't dodge my blade because it's a corpse, and I'm alive, I can't fight it straight on, if it weren't for me holding back, evading in time, I'd be dead."

"Wrong!" The old man said, "The opponent held back!"

"What?" Andy raised his head in disbelief.

"Watch closely." The old man held the Dagger, his gaze like knives piercing the corpse, "The one controlling this corpse is revealing their true power against their real target."

Across from the corpse, the child was protected by a group of people behind them.