Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 625 [Swamp Town] 12

Feng Lan was not the last person to arrive at the house. It was already past eleven in the morning when she arrived. There were only three people missing in the yard. Everyone was waiting in the yard bored. Yuan Ying and Ben Wenxin also returned safely and stood in the crowd. Hearing footsteps, Lawyer Mark turned around and looked unhappy. When he saw the late Feng Lan, his face became even worse. His blue pupils were like an iceberg filled with anger.

Yuan Ying waved at Feng Lan, and she walked over and sat in the reserved seat.

Feng Lan could clearly feel the tense atmosphere among the crowd. Several people were furious, looking at a few others with eyes as if they were ready to attack. Some wanted to say something but stopped, some were panicked and embarrassed, with a bit of resentment in their eyes. It was obvious that a conflict had occurred among the crowd before she arrived.

Feng Lan, who didn't understand the situation, looked around but didn't see Old Marsh. She thought that Old Marsh would not come out until everyone was present.

"Wait another ten minutes. If the remaining people still haven't arrived, then we'll start directly." Lawyer Mark waited for another five minutes and finally couldn't stand it anymore and spoke.

His working hours were nine o'clock, and because of Yuan Ying and others, he was delayed for a while. He spent some time hiding his secret. It was already past ten o'clock when he finally arrived at old Marsh's house. He thought everyone was there, but when he waited until eleven o'clock, there was still someone missing!

Mark went from being confused at first, to patient, and then to impatient. Listening to the voices of more than a dozen people developing into an argument, he even wanted to gag all the clueless guys in front of him and throw them into the forest. It would be best if they died there, turning into rotten mud and moss, and forever silent and unable to speak again.

Yuan Ying sensed the looming danger in Mark, and she moved away from him unnoticed, until Feng Lan's footsteps broke the silence. Mark also "woke up" and announced that he would wait for the last ten minutes. After that, he entered the house and walked upstairs. No need to guess, everyone knew that he was going to find old Marsh.

The quiet crowd suddenly became lively again.

John looked around at the crowd. If he had to ask who among the fourteen people present had the closest relationship with Old Marsh, it would definitely be him. Although the others had some relationship with him, they were not as close as him. He looked around and saw that they were all strangers who had just arrived in the town.

John frowned, hiding the calculations in his heart.

Ten minutes later, the remaining two people still hadn't arrived. Mark pushed Old Marsh into the yard. The sun came out in the morning, and there was a wet drizzle in the morning. The yard, which had not been taken care of for a long time, smelled of moss after the rain.

The smell was more obvious when the old man came out.

Many people in the yard were not used to it and frowned, and some even covered their noses directly. However, compared to such unimportant details, everyone's eyes were unanimously focused on Old Marsh.

He looked very old, sitting in a chair, skinny and with only bones. His gray hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a thick, soft sweater. His exposed hands, neck, and face had age spots that stood out against his pale skin. His cheekbones were prominent, and his eye sockets were sunken. He looked nothing like the cheerful old man in the photo he sent to everyone.

Very different.

Old Marsh struggled to lift his eyes from under his wrinkled and loose eyelids, and his cloudy gaze slowly swept over everyone.

How lively the young people present are.

His eyes swept over John's strong and muscular chest. There was no need for deliberate manipulation. The lines of flesh under the clothes were smooth and perfect, full of vigorous power and vitality. Even his greedy gaze carried a freshness and enthusiasm that old Marsh did not have.

The women had young, firm skin, collagen-filled faces without a single wrinkle, thick, smooth hair, and even their fingernails were pink, completely different from old Marsh's rough, wrinkled hands.