The printer next to me was almost smoking before all the documents were finally printed and organized.

The intern assistant brought out the cinnabar inkpad and had everyone press their fingerprints on it. The elders pressed their fingerprints with extreme force, as if they wanted to put all their weight on it.

"Alright, this contract is in duplicate. I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

Everyone had a happy expression on their face, and they stood up to shake hands with each other face to face.

"We will send someone down to follow up on the follow-up matters. If there is anything, we can contact each other by phone."

The project manager gestured with the phone to his ear.

When people are happy, they are in high spirits. He looked radiant and kept turning back to look at the old man.

"If there's nothing else, we'll be going now..."

"Wait, we'd like to have a few words with Mr. Chi alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Yuan was about to turn around when he suddenly felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He staggered a few steps and grabbed the table next to him for support.

"Boss, are you alright?"

The observant marketing manager noticed this and quickly grabbed Chi Yuan's elbow, afraid he would fall.

"fine……"

Chi Yuan blinked a few times and shook his head to clear his mind.

The dizziness in front of me indeed disappeared.

It's probably because I've been sitting for too long and am not used to standing up yet.

He rubbed his temples to calm himself down and patted the marketing manager's arm.

"It's nothing, I just sat for too long."

"You all go down first, wait for me at the door, I'll say a few words to them here."

"good."

The marketing manager gave everyone a few meaningful glances, and they nodded to each other before leaving the meeting room.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Chi Yuan put his hands in his pockets, turned around and stared at them as his heels swayed as he walked.

He suddenly felt dizzy again and reached out to grab the corner of the table next to him.

"Mr. Chi, we also want to say..."

The doors to the conference room were closed, completely cutting off the sound.

"Hoo...say, say what?"

Looking up, I found that the smiles on the faces of the clan elders in front of me were as strange as could be.

He was horrified, realizing he had fallen into a trap, but it was too late.

The old man suddenly rushed over and snatched the phone from his pocket while he was defenseless.

"Look here, smile!"

The camera was pointed directly at the face, and the phone was successfully unlocked.

"You...you all..."

He shakily stretched out his hand, which was shaking like a noodle, rolled his eyes, and fell asleep immediately.

With everyone working together, they grabbed Chi Yuan by his limbs and tried to carry him away.

"Why hasn't our boss come down for so long? It's been half an hour."

"Yeah, why are we talking for so long?"

Everyone was already doing stretching exercises in place, feeling utterly bored.

The assistant tapped the watch face with his finger, looking worried, and frowned as he took out his phone to make a call.

"The boss messaged me, what's wrong? He's worried? He said he'll stay here for a month? Until the Mosang River is successfully cleaned up?"

"Huh? What's wrong with the boss?"

The project manager was stunned.

"Let's make a call to confirm."

The marketing manager paced back and forth, taking out his phone to call Chi Yuan.

Unfortunately, no one answered the phone, because half an hour earlier, their boss had already been carried away through the back door.

...

In his lush green dream, a terrifying doll with two bright red hoods and countless black lines covering its entire face lunged at him.

The body was ethereal, and the red silk cloth fluttered.

Chi Yuan woke up instantly, his eyes wide and he gasped for breath, cold sweat trickling down his face and making his eyes sting.

"Finally awake! Let's light the incense and offer sacrifices!"

The hunched chieftain's face was wrinkled, and when he smiled, his mouth looked like a dark hole, and Chi Yuan could even see the flesh wriggling inside his mouth.

"Who are you! What do you want?"

He lay on the ground, yelling and struggling, his hands and feet tightly bound.

"Stop shouting, it's too noisy."

The young man picked at his ear and, without hesitation, stuck a large piece of duct tape to his mouth.

"Hurry up, put the wedding dress on him, and then put some powder on his face and do his bridal makeup."

"Waaaaah!"

Let me go! Let me go!