Two voices rang out simultaneously as He Yupu quickly walked up to the third floor.
He saw the proprietress with her massive body, her bloodshot eyes wide open in fury, holding the little female ghost as she entered a berserk state. Mist swirled in the air, turning into blades that constantly materialized in circles.
Xie Zeyan didn’t even lift an eyelid; with a ruthless strength in his hands, a triangular military dagger sliced through her body. With special razor blades pinched between his fingertips, he directly slashed her throat.
Easily resolving the two troublesome characters of the dungeon and sensing a gaze fixed on him, he turned his head to look.
He Yupu was leaning against the wall, smiling very lightly at him. Clearly bearing a gentle and well-behaved appearance, there was hardly any smile in the depths of his eyes.
Xie Zeyan put away his sleeve dagger and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.
Seeing that Xie Zeyan was about to leave, He Yupu curled his pretty eyes and pointed to the ghostly shadow on his back that was about to tear him apart on the spot.
Xie Zeyan’s sleeve dagger swept through the air, stirring up an eerie wind that completely destroyed the ghostly shadow.
With deep eyes and an indulgent expression that blurred black and white, he had to admit that He Yupu was very pretty.
With bright red lips, white and slender teeth, a fair and long neck, and exquisite, beautiful eyes that seemed to contain the fragmented light of shooting stars, the other man recklessly cut through the pitch-black night. Just by standing there, he could easily arouse others’ protective instincts.
He Yupu was simply a delicate rose, one who would rely on his favoritism to act wantonly and do whatever he pleased.
Xie Zeyan was somewhat satisfied; only such a pretty, fragile beauty was worthy of embellishing a dungeon on the verge of collapse.
He Yupu tilted his head and sized up the little female ghost. Although it looked identical to the little ghost, he felt this wasn’t the same monster.
Looking at the sheepskin scroll tightly gripped by the little female ghost, his tone was flat, like the calm before a storm: “You just like this, regarding me as the most important thing, and hand it over to this ugly monster so easily?”
Xie Zeyan walked over, stepping on the corpses of the proprietress and the little female ghost. With calloused fingertips, his pitch-black eyes reflected the other’s gorgeous countenance as he gently rubbed the other’s handsome face.
“The other party was too strong, I couldn’t beat them, so I had to hand over the sheepskin scroll in my hand.”
His tone was perfunctory as he casually told a lie.
He Yupu didn’t speak, lifting his gaze to look at him quietly, his fingers spinning nonstop, fast as afterimages: “So you were deliberately holding back your strength from the very beginning?”
Xie Zeyan chuckled lightly, his tone dangerous and lethal: “So what if I was, my little lover.”
A fluorescent lamp hung from the ceiling by a thin wire. An eerie wind swept past, causing the light to sway incessantly in the hallway, and the blood on the ground seemed to have gained life, crawling everywhere.
The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.
Yet even more terrifying was Xie Zeyan, who was smiling.
In the distance, fragmented footsteps suddenly arrived—more and more of them, numbering roughly five people, accompanied by faint human voices.
Knowing that Shen Weiran and the others had found them, He Yupu looked up at Xie Zeyan without speaking, looking as though he had been wronged.
Xie Zeyan also sensed the newcomers and whispered into his ear: “The proprietress’s weakness is her daughter.”
A flash of confusion crossed He Yupu’s eyes. He gently touched the other’s chest, leaving behind something carrying a trace of evil Qi and malice.
“Xiao Pu, don’t be angry anymore. I promise you, I won’t run off by myself next time.”
Xie Zeyan slipped into character very quickly. Right in front of the newcomers, he handed him a Grade-B prop photograph: “Take this as an apology. I won’t take it back from you this time.”
He Yupu raised his gaze to look at him, ruthlessly undermining him with a touch of cruelty: “Not enough.”
“Then shall I add a little more?”
Wielding his triangular military dagger, Xie Zeyan lowered the blade and swept horizontally, the black edge carrying a gale that instantly sliced the villagers’ ghost shadows behind the players to pieces.
“This is the last gift I am giving you. I hope you like it.”
“What the fuck?”
“Fuck?”
The players watched in disbelief as Xie Zeyan effortlessly killed dozens of ghosts.
What kind of strength was this?
“Ten minutes from now, the deathmatch will begin. I will allow you to run for your lives first.”
Xie Zeyan smiled gently.
Dull-witted as he was, Shen Weiran finally understood what this represented: the other party had handed the parchment over to the monster faction, patted his backside, and prepared to leave, dumping an almost irredeemably rotten mess in their laps!
A name surfaced in the depths of his mind, though he still couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it. With a hoarse voice, he asked: “Who the hell are you?”
“The Trickster.”
Player Xie Zeyan has completed your commission; please grant the reward. Your existing items: Grade-B prop photograph
The quiet He Yupu raised his head, and at the very moment Xie Zeyan was about to vanish, he abruptly spoke: “Do you still love me?”
A flash of mockery crossed Xie Zeyan’s eyes: “I do.”
Looking at the quiet character adjudication interface, He Yupu curved his lips: “Then as a reward, I permit you to come and meet me next time.”
Ever since Xie Zeyan used the NPC character setting to force He Yupu into handing over the parchment, he had used that opportunity to figure out the system’s OOC adjudication mechanism.
Funny enough, the person who could fleece things from him for free simply did not exist.
Player Xie Zeyan has exited the dungeon. Congratulations to player Xie Zeyan for completing the commission task, acquiring NPC He Yupu’s dungeon bond, and earning 100 reward points. Function: This is an oath even the gods cannot resist. You will ignore all conditions and meet in the next dungeon.
Returning to the game lobby, Xie Zeyan looked at the small floating screen in the air.
Inside the frame, He Yupu was sadly shedding tears, half-covering his eyes with the pads of his fingers. But upon closer inspection, one could easily discern the disdain hidden within that gaze.
It was as if he were challenging Xie Zeyan across the screen.
Xie Zeyan’s gaze darkened a fraction, followed by a frantic smile buried in the depths of his eyes.
It was the first time anyone had ever managed to screw him over twice in the same dungeon.
No, to be precise, it should be three times.
Clutching the chest that He Yupu had touched, Xie Zeyan felt black veins spreading across his skin, carrying intense lingering resentment that eroded his flesh.
Yet no matter how interesting it was, it was of no use, because he had lied in the dungeon—a lie sufficient to cause the entire team’s collapse.
And this pretty little beauty was destined to die in the dungeon, perishing amidst his feast of lies.