Chapter 524 Just Another Day at the Cold Office
Chapter 524: Chapter 524 Just Another Day at the Cold Office
"Tell me, Mrs. Fox," he said softly, "do you believe in fate?"
Lin Feng was using one of the oldest tricks in the book to win a woman’s heart... speaking in riddles about fate, weaving mystery into his words, and presenting himself as something beyond ordinary understanding.
For most men, such an approach would have come across as forced or transparent.
But Lin Feng was not most men.
He carried a presence that made even the simplest words sound profound.
His face, his physique, and the calm depth of his voice combined into something undeniably compelling... an aura that could make almost any woman’s heart stir without resistance.
Mrs. Fox was no exception.
In fact, she was perhaps more affected than she cared to admit.
Mrs. Fox opened her mouth to answer. Before she could say a word, Lin Feng smiled.
Then he leaned forward to capitalize on this great opportunity and gently kissed her.
"Mmm..."
Her eyes widened in shock.
It had been months since she had shared such intimacy with a man.
Not since the day she had caught her husband cheating on her.
The betrayal had shattered her trust, and she had immediately filed for divorce.
The process was still ongoing, but emotionally she had already left that Chapter of her life behind.
Part of her knew she should push Lin Feng away. Part of her knew this was happening far too quickly.
Yet when she felt his warmth and sincerity, she found herself unable to summon the strength to resist.
The loneliness she had carried for months seemed to melt away.
Slowly, her tense body relaxed.
The kiss deepened for a brief moment before they separated, only for their eyes to meet once more.
A strange connection seemed to form between them, as though fate itself had woven their paths together long before this night.
Neither of them spoke. Words simply weren’t necessary.
In the quiet hotel room, they shared another gentle kiss, and then another, each one carrying emotions that Mrs. Fox had expected to find today.
***
Meanwhile, fifteen bodies suddenly appeared inside the morgue, landing heavily upon the cold metal beds lined along the room.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of bodies hitting steel echoed through the silent building.
The men jolted awake one after another. At first, they thought they were dreaming.
The sterile white ceiling above them was unfamiliar.
The freezing air bit into their skin, and the faint smell of chemicals filled their noses.
A sense of dread slowly crept into their hearts.
"W-Where are we?"
"What happened?"
"Why can’t I move?!"
Panic quickly spread among them. They could speak but not move.
No matter how hard they struggled, their bodies refused to obey.
It was as if an invisible force had pinned them in place.
They could move their eyes and speak, but little else.
The room suddenly grew colder. A heavy pair of footsteps echoed through the morgue.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The men immediately fell silent.
From the darkness at the far end of the room emerged a massive figure.
The man was extraordinarily fat, with a round face and a belly so large that it seemed capable of crushing a table beneath its weight.
His small eyes swept across the room.
"What do we have here?" he asked curiously. "Mere mortals?"
The giant fat man looked genuinely surprised. For a long moment, he simply stared at them.
Then he scratched his chin.
"That’s unusual."
The men’s fear only increased.
They had never seen this person before, yet the mere sight of him made their instincts scream danger.
"Usually that old monster, Lin Feng, sends me troublesome cultivators," the large man muttered to himself.
"Arrogant young masters, ancient elders, demonic cultivators... all kinds of interesting people."
He poked one of the motionless men with a finger.
"But mortals?"
His eyes widened.
"That’s a first."
The man known as Zhang San circled the room, examining his unexpected guests.
The more he looked, the more confused he became.
"What happened up there?" he wondered aloud. "Did Lin Feng hit his head? Did the heavens collapse? Did someone finally poison his tea?"
Naturally, nobody could answer him.
After a minute, Zhang San shrugged.
Trying to understand Lin Feng’s actions was often a waste of time.
That old monster had never followed logic. Still, confusion soon gave way to excitement.
A wide grin slowly spread across Zhang San’s face.
"Well, since you’re already here, I might as well give you a proper welcome."
The grin grew even wider.
"Guests don’t come very often."
The men felt their blood run cold. One of them swallowed nervously.
"W-Who are you?"
Zhang San looked offended.
"You don’t know who I am?"
The giant man placed a hand dramatically upon his chest.
"I am Zhang San! The Great Keeper of This Domain! Lord of the Endless Halls! Master of the Nine Thousand Chambers!"
He paused. Then he added proudly,
"And owner of the finest collection of chairs in existence."
The men blinked. The terrifying atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
Unfortunately, that did nothing to reduce their fear. Zhang San clasped his hands together excitedly.
"Food is food, guests are guests, and entertainment is entertainment."
He laughed loudly.
One thing could always be said about Zhang San... he never discriminated.
Cultivator or mortal. Hero or villain. Rich or poor. Everyone received the same enthusiastic welcome.
The giant man began walking deeper into the morgue.
His enormous footsteps echoed throughout the building.
"Come, come," he said cheerfully. "Since you’ve arrived in my domain, it would be rude of me not to show you around."
The lights above flickered.
The shadows along the walls seemed to move on their own.
Doors that should have remained shut slowly creaked open.
A distant howl echoed somewhere far below the building.
The men felt their fear multiply.
Whatever this place was, it was far more terrifying than an ordinary morgue.
And judging by Zhang San’s excitement, their stay was only just beginning.
Soon, strange sounds echoed through the endless corridors as Zhang San happily escorted his unwilling guests deeper into his mysterious domain.
Their morgue beds follow the fat man’s steps.
What happened afterward became a story that none of them would ever forget for a long long time.