That night, Fang Tang received a phone call.
"What? Dead? What in the world happened?"
Feng Yang cried over the phone. "Patriarch Fang, I really don't know what happened! Gao Xing is dead, and Coiling Dragon Bay is completely fine!"
"How can that be? Didn't I order you to start a fire?" Fang Tang was furious, cursing Feng Yang for being an idiot.
Feng Yang's voice was laced with terror. "We did, but the fire couldn't reach Coiling Dragon Bay at all! Ah... Patriarch Fang, save me..."
Before Feng Yang could finish, he screamed as if he had encountered something horrifying.
"Feng Yang!"
Fang Tang shouted, but there was no response. Instead, a chilling, crunching sound came from the other end of the line. It sounded like... an animal gnawing on bones.
Startled, Fang Tang was about to hang up when a cold, detached voice spoke. "Patriarch Fang, don't be in such a hurry to die. I'll come to escort you personally."
The call disconnected.
