What the Hell Are You Worried About

The familiar voice and tone made Feng Qiang freeze for a moment.

"Yao... Yaozu?"

No, that wasn't right.

When Feng Yaozu left this morning, he said he was entering a dungeon with Feng Yuan today.

Did he clear his dungeon already?

How could he possibly appear here so quickly?

Suspicion immediately welled up in Feng Qiang's heart.

Players had all sorts of bizarre abilities.

He had to make sure this was the real Feng Yaozu!

Zhu Yan rushed out from behind the shelves, coming face-to-face with Feng Qiang and the other two. He also looked visibly startled.

With a thought, he instantly activated his ability: Honor the Ancestors!

"Dad?! Why are you here?"

An uncontrollable surge of fatherly love filled Feng Qiang's heart, completely dispelling the awkward feeling he had.

It was this exact feeling of being forcibly controlled by love!

It was his precious son, alright!

Feng Qiang's face lit up with joy. "Yaozu, you cleared your last dungeon?"

Zhu Yan mimicked Feng Yaozu's mannerisms and cursed.

"Cleared it. Damn it, Feng Yuan died."

Feng Qiang waved his hand dismissively, stepped forward, and patted Feng Yaozu on the back.

The two old men looked at each other in dismay.

One of them asked, "Brother, is this your son—"

His words hung in the air, unfinished.

Because Feng Qiang impatiently reached out his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

Accompanied by the sickening squelch of flesh being rapidly torn apart, a fresh, beating heart actually appeared in his hand!

The old man's eyes widened.

He stared at Feng Qiang in disbelief, opening his mouth to say something, but only a torrent of blood gushed out.

Under the horrified gaze of the other man, the old man collapsed limply to the ground, dead.

"You—it's you?!" The old man with glasses turned pale with fright. "It's actually you!"

Shock and panic.

The old man stared wide-eyed at Feng Qiang, recalling how this man had previously shifted the blame, and then looked at the highly impactful bloody scene on the ground. He only felt an immense sense of irony.

Despair climbed in his heart.

With a person like this and a task like this, could he really complete it?

If he died, what would happen to his family?

This was also completely unexpected for Zhu Yan.

Feng Qiang really just ripped out hearts without a second word.

If he hadn't appeared in the guise of Feng Yaozu, the consequences would have been obvious!

Zhu Yan glanced at the other man and reacted with lightning speed to stop Feng Qiang.

"Dad, wait a minute. Don't dig out his heart just yet!"

This idiot Feng Qiang had previously pinned a massive blame on him.

Zhu Yan not only wanted him to die a painful death, but he also wanted to throw that blame right back at him, ruining his reputation even after death.

He might as well leave a survivor to act as a witness.

Zhu Yan turned his head to look at the surviving old man and lied skillfully, "Dad, keep him alive. My task is a bit special; you can't kill them all."

The old man with glasses took two steps back. His chest heaved violently, his cheeks trembled, and his face had completely lost its color.

The immense terror made him want to scream out loud.

But he knew very well that the consequence of screaming right now would only be the same as his companion lying on the ground!

The old man clenched his fists and forcefully swallowed the scream that reached his lips.

"Oh? What's your task?"

Feng Qiang became interested.

Zhu Yan certainly wasn't going to speak first.

"Dad, why are you making me say it first?"

Wearing Feng Yaozu's face, he looked impatient.

Of course, he had to make up a task on the spot based on Feng Qiang's task.

Feng Qiang gave a flattering chuckle, stepped forward, and grabbed the old man's arm.

"Follow obediently. If you dare to move, I'll rip your intestines out!"

The old man with glasses remained silent.

Feng Qiang grabbed the old man's arm and led Zhu Yan through the shelves.

"My task is to take all their supplies. But there's one sentence I don't quite understand."

The three of them got on the elevator heading to the second floor.

Feng Qiang's expression was no longer amiable. He looked at the surviving old man, the greed in his eyes undisguised.

"The dungeon wants me to kill some player who dragged me into the abyss."

"Son, does your task have any hints about this sentence?"

Yes, yes, of course there is.

Zhu Yan would just make one up right now, and wouldn't the hint be right there?

"Dad, of course there is," Zhu Yan called out with practiced ease. "My task is also very weird. The objective is to help you find... find..."

Feng Qiang turned his head and saw that his precious son's face had actually turned deathly pale!

Zhu Yan's lips trembled, hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, even the old man with glasses felt something was off.

Previously, Zhu Yan's behavior made him seem like an uneducated bully.

There had to be something special about this person's task.

Did that mean he could try to stall for time until Li Ming and Zhang Ze, the two young men, brought the military officer upstairs?

This way, he could complete his task and survive!

Feng Qiang's heart also skipped a beat. "What's wrong? What exactly is your task?"

Zhu Yan stammered, "My task is to find my corpse."

"It's to save at least two people's lives, and then find my own corpse... Dad, I, I also have to assist you in killing my own corpse..."

Feng Qiang's mind was set at ease. Looking at his precious Feng Yaozu's terrified pale face, he let out a scoff.

Now, not only was he not worried, but a wave of wild ecstasy surged in his heart!

What finding Feng Yaozu's corpse.

Wasn't the ability of that kid who was hiding turning into the corpse of the person someone cares about most?

Didn't this mean that the player who dragged him into the abyss was that young man who could turn into corpses?

With their two tasks matching up perfectly like this, this dungeon was practically handing a free win to his Feng family.

"What the hell are you worried about."

Feng Qiang patted Zhu Yan's shoulder again and explained the entire situation to him.

"As long as we find that young man and force him to use his ability, won't that do it?"

Beside them, the old man with glasses remained silent.

Now, besides panic, he actually had a glimmer of hope.

His ability definitely couldn't handle someone like Feng Qiang.

But judging from Feng Qiang's task, that young man from the vehicle who could turn into corpses might just be able to.

Because the task defined that young man as the person who would drag Feng Qiang into the abyss!

Was there something special about this young man?

Zhu Yan paid no attention to the old man beside him and just laughed heartily at Feng Qiang.

"Dad, now that you put it that way, I understand."

He sighed with heartfelt emotion, "We really have great luck. You found me, and I found you."

The old man with glasses seized the moment and took a step forward.

"There's strength in numbers. Brother, I won't reveal your true identities, and I will obediently hand over the supplies you need for your task."

He pulled a Storage Silver Ring from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"You see, this way, there's no conflict of interest between us."

"Let me help you find the person. As it happens, my ability is a tracking type."

Finding that young man or the corpse and explaining everything to him should be helpful for the dungeon, right?

A glimmer of hope rose from the bottom of the old man's heart.

"What do you think, will this work?"

This humble Daoist is staying at a friend's house. Late at night, I started analyzing the Feng Shui of my friend's place, working on it from 11 PM straight through to just now. The more I analyzed it, the more furious I became, until I thoroughly chewed out the idiot, hack of a charlatan who originally arranged the house for him.

Damn it, it is truly outrageous that someone who doesn't know a single thing actually dares to go out and do readings for people!

After my rant, I realized it was getting late, so I am releasing one chapter now. I will post the second chapter after I wake up. I am so exhausted that my eyes were half-closed even while I was cursing that guy out.