Chapter 41: The Two Fat Kings

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They saw something emerging from the coffin.

Xiao Qing’s mouth hung open in astonishment.

Hei Wa’s hamster-like eyes widened in disbelief.

Only Li Changluo watched the unfolding scene with a cheerful grin.

Because the figure sitting up from the coffin was someone they all knew well—

Fatty Wang.

Inside the coffin, one Fatty Wang was strangling another Fatty Wang outside the coffin.

The scene was bizarre.

This wasn’t a magic show, nor was it some family reunion program.

The Fatty Wang in the coffin gripped the Fatty Wang outside with a deathly hold.

“Brother Fatty, this…” Xiao Qing wanted to help, but she had no idea whom she should…

Knock out first?

She could only stand there, frozen, anxiously watching the spectacle.

“What are you waiting for? Help out!” Unexpectedly, Li Changluo was the first to rush forward.

Hei Wa was stunned, wondering, “Is this recklessness because he’s another Li Changluo? Should I take him down first?”

Li Changluo charged ahead, drew his fruit knife from his belt, and stabbed down.

“Why… are you stabbing me?” The Fatty Wang outside the coffin, who was being strangled, croaked hoarsely, staring in confusion and pain at the wound on his side, questioning the frightened Li Changluo standing before him, knife in hand.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to stab you, I meant to stab him.”

Li Changluo stared in disbelief at the blood-stained blade in his hand.

Panicked and flustered.

“Help me!” The strangled Fatty Wang’s veins bulged, his face contorted in agony.

Li Changluo hurriedly raised his knife and stabbed again.

The white blade went in, the red blade came out.

But Li Changluo was dumbfounded, helplessly covering his mouth in terror. “How—how is this possible?”

His knife had again struck the strangled Fatty Wang’s side.

“Brother, my kidney’s ruined…” Fatty Wang’s eyes bulged from the pressure, his face reddened, and he looked at the frantic Li Changluo in pain. “First, get his hands off me…”

Li Changluo nodded vigorously.

Xiao Qing and Hei Wa watched in desperation, both wanting to rush forward. But as soon as they took a step, Li Changluo stopped them.

“Stop right there. Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that—we just want to help!”

“A man must solve his own mistakes. Where you fall, there you must get up. I, Li Changluo, need no one to make things right for me. Besides, whatever’s in this coffin seems rather sinister. Your help might not be help at all…”

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Li Changluo, full of righteousness, shared his motivational philosophy with them, radiating a noble spirit that moved Xiao Qing and Hei Wa.

Xiao Qing was on the verge of tears.

“Stop talking—Fatty Wang can’t hold on any longer.”

Trust is the greatest encouragement and forgiveness for mistakes. Brimming with confidence and holding the knife, Li Changluo stabbed, carrying the trust of Xiao Qing and Hei Wa, aiming for the enemy.

However…

It seemed his hand, almost involuntarily, stabbed again at the strangled Fatty Wang.

Everyone was stunned. Xiao Qing covered her eyes, unable to bear watching.

“This time…” Fatty Wang’s spirit was shattered. He stared at the three gaping wounds bleeding on his body, feeling as if the identical figure in the coffin was actually the one rescuing him.

So tired.

Stabbed by his own people.

Really, so tired.

“Why, why, why is this happening?”

Li Changluo’s knife dropped to the ground. His face fell into despair, and he stared fixedly at the Fatty Wang in the coffin.

He collapsed, clutching his head. “I get it now. It’s you—you’re controlling me, you despicable bastard.”

He looked determinedly at the Fatty Wang who was about to be strangled to death.

Under that gaze, Fatty Wang’s will to survive surged. He shook his head, pleading, and struggled with all his strength to break free.

“Trust me, be good.”

Li Changluo spoke, then lifted the knife and stabbed once more.

The blade struck precisely at the strangled Fatty Wang’s buttocks.

“Damn, I—” Li Changluo, incredulous, covered his face and…

Broke into laughter, honking like a goose.

“I’m done pretending. Cards on the table. I can’t keep up the act…”

Li Changluo laughed till his stomach hurt, tears almost streaming down his face.

The ancient tomb was eerily silent.

Everyone watched Li Changluo in silence.

This… was madness.

Whatever was in the coffin, its destructive power was terrifying.

“Li, are you possessed? Your laughter is outrageous—Fatty Wang is still suffering, and you’re acting as if nothing’s wrong?” Hei Wa tried to find a clumsy idiom to condemn Li Changluo’s immoral behavior.

Just then, the strangled Fatty Wang suddenly melted from head to toe, like a puddle of mud, slowly oozing everywhere.

In the air, everyone smelled something—a rich, chocolaty aroma.

Then, the muddy substance on the ground slowly came together again, gradually forming a human shape.

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“You despicable wretch—when did you discover it?” The slowly forming figure had no hair, resembling a clay figurine, with only vague outlines for features.

But the clothes he wore were familiar to everyone…

Deluxe, silky smooth.

“A chocolate monster?” Xiao Qing blinked and licked her lips.

Chocolate was a deadly temptation for girls; there was hardly a girl who didn’t like it.

“Damn, died from eating chocolate?” Li Changluo couldn’t believe it. Someone dying from chocolate—how foolish must one be?

“Ate too much, got fat and died?” Xiao Qing furrowed her brows, boldly guessing.

“Now that you’ve seen my true form, none of you will leave here alive. I will—” The chocolate monster threatened viciously.

“Is it possible that he was actually a dog, and died from eating too much chocolate?” Li Changluo pondered seriously.

“So pitiful.” Xiao Qing’s eyes sparkled. She pressed her palms together, gazing sympathetically at the chocolate monster.

“I say, could you…” “Can you listen properly? I bathe in chocolate, suffocated to death, suffocated! Stop guessing!” The chocolate monster was furious. Such a serious, intense, and heroic scene, completely ruined.

He had wanted to deliver a few terrifying lines, then begin the fight.

But the mood had been completely derailed.

“And you, what are you doing now?” The chocolate monster was about to cry as he looked down.

Hei Wa was kneeling, hugging his foot and licking it.

A bunch of lunatics—so unbearably bullied.

“Sorry, when I see delicious food, I just want to fall in love at first lick.” Hei Wa’s eyes gleamed as he frantically licked the chocolate monster’s foot, nearly melting one of them…

Gluttons truly are terrifying.

He had planned a perfect trap, a perfect battle, a perfect show-off, only for these idiots before him to ruin everything.

Unbearable.

The chocolate monster was genuinely enraged.

But just as he was about to explode, his vision went black, and he saw nothing at all.