"Join them back…" Feng Bujue calmed down. Woody snapped his fingers. Brother Jue's leg flew on his own and joined back to its owner. Even his slashed pajama bottom was sewn back together.
"Sit down and we can talk." Woody signaled. Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes at Woody as he took the seat across from the man. "So… vampire, zombie, ghost, Buddha… they are all real?"
"One thing is not the same as the other…" Arthas mocked.
"Some of them are real," Woody replied. "And others… Hehe… are products of you humans' imagination."
"Okay…" Feng Bujue's mind was muddled. "Then… I remember you said, you came from hell?"
"Yes," Woody admitted.
"And you said…" Feng Bujue tried to remember every sentence of their previous conversation, "I will go wherever you come from…"
"Why? Do you think you have the chance to go to heaven after you die?" Woody asked.
