Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 633 It's really chaotic!

Chassil was still engrossed in his sculpture when Emily initially offered to help clean up the messy room, not wanting to betray her conscience.

However, this conscience shattered after a brief attempt to remedy the situation revealed it was completely inadequate, and Emily chose to give up.

At this moment, Mo Mang noticed that Zheng Fan seemed to have been unresponsive for a long time. He went to Cheng Fei's side, hesitated for a moment, and then touched the blood-covered body without caring about getting dirty, turning him over.

“He looks like he’s dead…” Emily chimed in.

Upon hearing the voice, Chaxilu struggled to pull his attention back and turned around, asking anxiously, "Is Mr. Zheng Fan alright?"

"This isn't actually a Zheng Fan... Anyway, explaining it to you in detail wouldn't help and would only make you more scared." Mo Mang was about to explain, but then he thought that if he said the Zheng Fan was an illusion, he would probably have to make up some other nonsense, so he just skipped over it.

If I don't understand it, I don't understand it. After all, they're just clients I met by chance.

Mature employees need to learn to lighten their burdens.

“But he’s not moving.” Emily didn’t dare get too close; his blood-covered appearance was rather frightening.

After being subjected to a series of impacts, Chaxilu was completely oblivious to this level of shock. He crouched down to check and said, "He's still breathing; he's probably just passed out."

"Awoo~ Awoo~." Toast squeezed past them to come next to Cheng Fei and sniffed with his non-existent nose.

It was certain that Zheng Fan was no longer alive, but it was difficult to convey this to these foolish humans.

Why can't humans learn a foreign language? At the very least, shouldn't everyone be able to communicate through telepathy like the leader of the group? The average human quality is just too low; they don't even possess one of those two abilities.

However, it couldn't find where Zheng Fan had gone for a while, and out of boredom, it thought it would help to clean up the great god Cheng Fei.

So the toast started to nibble on Cheng Fei.

It looks like he's gnawing on it, but actually the toast is using its properties to help Cheng Fei, who is covered in blood, clean his body.

Cheng Fei looked miserable, but he actually had no injuries. The blood was indeed from this body, but Zheng Fan restored it the instant it was released.

After all, it was a corpse that had "come back to life." It couldn't have died of old age so easily. Otherwise, wouldn't Zheng Fan have helped him open the tomb for nothing?

While munching on the toast, I was distracted and accidentally bit my tongue hard.

Click!

Mo Mang and Chaxilu, who were standing nearby, immediately heard the strange noise. Toast bit Cheng Fei's neck and froze, too afraid to move.

"Did you just hear something break?" Chasilu asked.

Mo Mang stared silently at the motionless toast: "Perhaps... it's some part of the human body."

“…I thought it was helping to heal the wounds.” Chasilu paused briefly, staring at the toast as he spoke.

“As far as I know, it doesn’t have that function; generally, it only has a strong ability to ‘inflict injury’,” Mo Mang replied.

So Chassil asked, "Is this gentleman really alright?"

Toast carefully opened its mouth: "Ouch..." It's okay, it's just that it tasted so good that it subconsciously bit too hard. How could the great Cheng Fei die because of Toast's carelessness?

If he was going to die, he should have died long ago when he was fooling around in front of the office.

As the toast released its grip, Cheng Fei's head went limp, his neck appearing to be hanging precariously from its shaft. Emily exclaimed, "Is his neck going to break?!"

Chasilu: "It's obvious! Just like an art sculpture that got smashed by a naughty kid!"

"Your analogy, so fitting for your profession, is so apt, but please help me stabilize his body first!" Mo Mang rushed forward and grabbed Cheng Fei's head to prevent it from actually breaking, shouting anxiously.

"Ouch!"

"Grandpa, why don't you go find those sculptures to play with? We don't need you here for now!" Mo Mang didn't forget to reassure Toast.

There was chaos in the house.

At this moment, Zhang Ren seemed to have returned from shopping, carrying a large shopping bag from the supermarket. But upon entering and seeing the scene inside, he was immediately stunned.

He was stunned for a moment when the shopping bag fell to the ground: "What have you all done?! Cresshim is trying to kill us!"

"Zhang Ren! You've come at the right time! Go get the first-aid kit! It's in the cabinet in the left corner of the living room!" Chaxilu shouted with joy when he saw Zhang Ren.

Zhang Ren's mind was a complete mess: "What first-aid kit? What cabinet is there in the left corner of the living room?"

There was only debris and rubble on the left side of the living room. Forget about the first-aid kit; even the so-called cabinet was nowhere to be found.

"My God, I was only out for a short while! Could things get any worse?!" Zhang Ren clutched his head in his hands.

The trouble was clearly not over yet. The sound of a lock being opened came from the front door behind him again. The door was pushed open, and a man and his wife returned home, chatting and laughing.

Looking around, I found that almost every part of my house, from top to bottom, was completely undamaged.

His and his wife's hearts nearly choked: "Emily! Chasilu! Zhang Ren! What's going on!?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the doorway. Kresh stepped forward, about to question them further, only to find that they were fiddling with a "corpse," whose head was clearly about to fall off!

What's even more outrageous is that they placed a clean, tidy, and perfectly hygienic piece of toast next to the corpse—a work of art!

Cresshieu's wife approached Cheng Fei, whose body was still covered in blood, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and fainted. Emily quickly ran over and, together with Zhang Ren, helped her up.

While worrying about his wife's constant calls, Clayshaw also started cursing at his three tenants. Zhang Ren, looking completely bewildered and innocent, could only keep explaining himself and trying to appease Clayshaw while also cursing at Emily and Zhang Ren in response to Clayshaw's words.

While taking care of Cresshiu's wife, Emily, also feeling innocent, could only look to Chassilu and Moman for help.

Mo Mang tried to explain, but everyone was talking at once and he couldn't explain it clearly in a short time.

Chaxilu got a little impatient after Zhang Ren said that, and was about to hit Cheng Fei when Cheng Fei's head almost separated from his neck. He quickly moved his hand back and continued to support Cheng Fei.

When Zheng Fan returned from Ke Meng's cottage in a fairly pleasant mood, he fell silent upon seeing the scene, which was no less chaotic than a vegetable market, and the fact that there was another person lying on the ground besides Cheng Fei.

And didn't he remember that the treatment process was to remove the possession? Why was Fei's head almost cut off on the way there and back?
Damn it, is the ending of this chaotic commission event going to be this chaotic too?

"And what are you all looking at? Continue to face the wall and reflect on your mistakes!" Zheng Fan rubbed his temples and noticed that one of the sculptures had shifted slightly as if it were peeping, so he immediately cursed.

The sculptures were put back in their right positions and continued to be sculptures.

Human beings, this orderly form of life, are indeed too chaotic.

(End of this chapter)