Chapter 135: Step One of the Terrifying Plan

Upon seeing this skill, Feng Tianling could only say: absolutely overpowered.

This skill was practically tailor-made for Long Mengting. Combined with her innate skill, Terror Claws, the synergy was simply magnificent.

Long Mengting also sensed her new skill and immediately started testing it with irrepressible excitement.

First, she unleashed her Terror Claws, then targeted a distant giant tree and executed the Pluck Stars with Bare Hands ability.

In an instant, that giant tree appeared right in her grasp, already on the verge of shattering.

With a fierce squeeze, the entire tree instantly disintegrated into a shower of fragments that scattered across the ground.

Seriously, why is it that the test subject for every single skill is always a giant tree...

"This skill is so incredibly useful!" she couldn't help exclaiming.

Feng Tianling was also extremely satisfied; the effects looked quite impressive indeed.

...

The Haunted House was finally completed, leaving Fernanda as the sole remaining laborer.

At this moment, Fernanda had reverted to his human form, bowing and scraping before Feng Tianling.

"Your name is Fernanda, right? And you're a werewolf?" Feng Tianling asked slowly, eyeing Fernanda up and down. Despite his bulging muscles, there was nothing about him that suggested he was a good person.

"Yes, yes, yes, my name is Fernanda, and I'm a werewolf," Fernanda replied, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. He had personally experienced the aura emanating from Feng Tianling that day, and the feeling could only be described as overwhelmingly oppressive.

Feng Tianling nodded first, then glanced at Fernanda's bulging pack and asked, "What's packed in there? You didn't have all this stuff when you first arrived, did you?"

Fernanda instantly grew awkward. The moment he received the order that he was allowed to go home, he immediately began packing his belongings to leave.

While packing, he caught sight of the valuables he had stolen previously, and an internal struggle ensued over whether he should take them with him.

However, blinded by greed and influenced by the fact that everyone in this house was a supernatural entity, he ultimately decided to take them anyway. He figured he could just make a run for it on the sly. As it turned out, just as he was about to make his escape, he was caught red-handed by Feng Tianling.

Looking at the trembling Fernanda, Feng Tianling smiled. "Aren't werewolves supposed to be supernatural entities too? To think they can still generate terror emotions—how interesting."

Hearing this, Fernanda shook his head. "I don't know the first thing about werewolves, so asking me is completely useless."

Then, with a puzzled look on his face, he added, "You clearly weren't around when I first arrived. How did you know I didn't bring all this stuff with me?"

Although he was terrified inside, he didn't believe the other party would kill him over such a paltry sum of money. After all, they were all supernatural entities, cut from the same cloth, and the other person had even promised to let him go.

Instead of answering, Feng Tianling morphed into the appearance of Westful, and then looked at Fernanda. "I met you looking like this back then. Do you remember now?"

Upon seeing Feng Tianling transform into Westful, he nearly fell flat on his rear. It turns out that the head of this mega-family was actually a supernatural entity—this completely shattered his worldview.

If Westful had been a supernatural entity all along, and given the rumors of a marriage alliance between the Westful family and the royal family, didn't that mean the entire Sunset Empire was now under the control of supernatural entities?

Though his train of thought was rather bizarre, he had managed to stumble upon the correct answer. Just as he surmised, the official authorities of the Sunset Empire had indeed been taken over by the Magic Mirror.

Shocked as he was, facing Feng Tianling's question, he forced himself to nod. "I remember."

Feng Tianling merely smiled, rummaged through his clothes, produced a money pouch, and tossed it to Fernanda.

"According to my research (checking Baidu), this stuff is quite sought after in this country, right? Much more valuable than the pieces of junk you stole."

With an expression of utter disbelief, Fernanda picked up the money pouch from the ground and opened it. The very moment he unsealed it, his dog eyes (in the literal sense) were nearly blinded by the brilliance.

That radiance, that luster—these were unquestionably top-quality gold coins. Even a single coin of this caliber would allow him to coast through life for an entire year. With an entire pouch containing dozens of them, he wouldn't have to lift a finger for the rest of his life.

Yet he also understood that this Lord Westful—or rather, Lord Nightmare Doll—would never give him money for nothing. So, he asked cautiously, "What do I need to do?"

"You." The corners of Feng Tianling's mouth curved upward. "You need to do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?" Fernanda was completely bewildered now. Did a terrifyingly powerful supernatural entity like Feng Tianling really need his help?

Feng Tianling narrowed his eyes with a mysterious expression and motioned to him. "Come here."

Suppressing the terror in his heart, Fernanda took two steps closer to Feng Tianling.

"Stick your head over here. What on earth are you afraid of? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago." Feng Tianling looked somewhat annoyed.

"Alright, alright, alright." Scared out of his wits, Fernanda hurriedly stretched his head forward.

Without hesitation, Feng Tianling placed his hand directly on the other man's head, instantly activating the Nightmare Mark and channeling a surge of energy straight into Fernanda's body.

"You'd better not put up any resistance, or you'll die a very miserable death," Feng Tianling said coldly.

So terrified by those words that he didn't even dare to nod, Fernanda stood frozen in place, completely motionless.

A short while later, Feng Tianling released his grip, leaving Fernanda to slump onto the ground, wiping away the cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"I was planning to use this to control Fan Tianxing back then, but it failed. I never expected to finally get use out of it now. At least it wasn't a waste."

Meanwhile, Fernanda had already clambered back to his feet. Feeling the foreign presence newly settled within his mind, he felt a mixture of apprehension and gain.

First and foremost, he was acutely aware that he had been placed under control.

Having one's personal freedom—or rather, werewolf freedom—restricted was undoubtedly an intensely unpleasant prospect. However, considering Feng Tianling's strength, which utterly surpassed his imagination, perhaps it wasn't such a bad deal after all.

Splendid, both individuals felt they were getting a good deal, achieving a true win-win scenario.

Of course, Feng Tianling hadn't planted the Nightmare Mark on this werewolf out of mere boredom; he had a rather important mission to assign to him: luring people up the mountain.

Thus, he began issuing instructions to the werewolf.

"I need you to use the wealth you've obtained to lure other people up to my place. About ten or so at a time will do, and these people must be highly influential. Do you understand what I mean?"

Good grief, how could Fernanda dare not to understand?

He nodded frantically. "Understood, understood, understood."

"Mhm. To use a saying from our Huaxia, you are a piece of jade that can be carved. Follow me, and you won't lack for benefits," Feng Tianling walked over to his side and patted him on the shoulder.

Fernanda was remarkably quick on the uptake. Remembering that Long Mengting and the others addressed Feng Tianling as Boss, he chimed in with, "Boss."

"Hahaha, I told you, a piece of jade that can be carved!" With that, he handed Fernanda another bulging money pouch.

Frankly speaking, he simply enjoyed having people call him boss. Back in his past life as an assassin, he had always admired those swaggering, domineering crime bosses who threw their weight around everywhere.

Though those people lacked real strength, they just looked so cool.

Fernanda accepted the money pouch, the corners of his mouth twitching with joy. However, Feng Tianling transformed back into the doll, teleported directly to his shoulder, and whispered into his ear:

"Follow me, and the benefits naturally won't stop at money; you'll gain strength as well. But you must also take responsibility for the tasks I assign you. Otherwise, I will ensure you never have a peaceful moment, even in death."

He then locked eyes with the werewolf. "What I mean is, if I grow tired of waiting and no one comes up here, I will immediately have the Nightmare Mark in your mind torture you. Do you understand my meaning?"

The voice was as cold as if it had traveled straight from the netherworld, scaring Fernanda into nodding repeatedly for fear of lagging behind. "Understood! I completely understand!"

"If you understand, then get lost!" Feng Tianling urged with a smile.

Hearing this, Fernanda scrambled down the mountain on all fours, too panicked to even pick up a few gold coins that had slipped from his grasp, fleeing down the slopes in a streak of dust.

When he reached the foot of the mountain and gazed upon the bustling upscale neighborhood, he adjusted his collar.

"First, buy some clothes, infiltrate the circle of elites, and trick them into coming up the mountain."

With this plan in mind, he smiled narcissistically. "I really am a genius."