Chapter 117: The Seventeenth Death Pact

The provocative scene ended just like that, like a joke—something to be laughed off and forgotten.

In the martial world, no one cared about those two corpses; people died every moment in this realm.

After eating, Gu Feng took a nap. When he woke up, it was already past seven in the evening. Stepping out of his room, he was startled to see five people standing at the door.

“What are you all doing here?”

Han Han complained, “Master, are you really turning into a pig? How can you sleep so much?”

Gu Feng ignored Han Han’s words and exclaimed, “Oh! Not bad at all. You’ve broken through to level eight in the warrior rank, surpassing two levels at once. Well done! Seems like the results are quite obvious.”

Gu Xueyuan was excited too. “Boss, I’ve also broken through to level eight in the spiritual rank. Boss, let’s keep going tomorrow.”

Gu Feng rolled his eyes. “Keep going? Aren’t you afraid of getting tired?”

“Not at all! If tiring helps me break through two levels, I don’t mind at all.”

Gu Dongliu wasn’t happy. “Boss, what training? How come I wasn’t included? If I were a bit late, Gu Xueyuan that bastard would have already surpassed me.”

“Enough bickering! Let’s eat first. There’s a good show tonight.”

“A good show? What show?”

Everyone looked puzzled.

“Shh! You’ll see when the time comes.”

Going downstairs, the waiter greeted them warmly, “Guests, you must be hungry! Your meals have been prepared long ago. Please, come in.”

The group took their seats. Han Han and Gu Xueyuan were already starving and began to eat heartily.

“Wow! This is delicious.”

Gu Feng joined in the feast.

After some time, Han Han suddenly said, “I feel dizzy,” and collapsed onto the table.

Soon after, Gu Xueyuan fell unconscious as well.

One after another, everyone collapsed—except Gu Feng, who was pretending.

“Brothers, let’s get started.”

The people sitting here were actually staff of the inn—over ten of them. They approached, two dragging one person each, and headed toward the kitchen. Opening the basement door, they dragged the captives inside.

Once inside, they confiscated all their spatial rings and tied them up tightly to iron pillars.

Splash!

Each was doused with a large basin of cold water, waking them, though they still felt groggy.

“What’s going on?” Wen Xingguo shouted, realizing he was tied up like a dumpling. He quickly understood they had fallen into a black inn. Looking around, Gu Feng was also tied up, but he just smiled at everyone.

Everyone regained consciousness.

Han Han asked, “Master, what are they doing?”

Gu Feng chuckled, “Killing people to make human meat buns. Very delicious.”

One inn staff sneered, “Kid, you know that much?”

Gu Feng replied, “I know quite a lot. I even know you were just hiding in the bathroom jerking off.”

“What the hell? How did you know that?”

“Our Xue’er is so beautiful; if you didn’t have any thoughts, that would be impossible. Too bad your boss doesn’t like that and doesn’t allow you to mess around. Must be frustrating, huh?”

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