"Makes a lot of sense."
In the quiet neighborhood, only the lines of streetlights in front and behind the villas lit up the internal roads. The lights flickered slightly, as if the current had been disturbed.
Pei Tugou stood on top of a streetlight, grinning wide with a mouthful of big white teeth, looking all relaxed and content.
Ever since he failed to hang that Deadly Trickster Old Meng last time, he'd felt off—been holding it in for days, totally uncomfortable. Finally, today, he felt at ease.
Looking around, he saw that on every streetlight in the villa district, there was a silhouette hanging from it.
Some were burly, over two meters tall, exuding a sense of menace.
Some wore blood-red clothes, sticking out long tongues, still struggling while being strung from the lamp post.
And some kept changing their shapes, trying to transform into mist to slip away, yet no matter what, they couldn't break free from that blood-red rope.
