Tattooed on the King of Hell's Back

Li Ming's wrist trembled as he struggled to pull out the dagger.

The faint rotting smell of the corpse mixed with the stench of the toilet. Li Ming couldn't help but gag, then quickly adjusted his expression and turned back to face Zhu Yan.

At this moment, Zhu Yan had reverted to his original appearance as Zhu Yan.

Zhu Zeyu's face was too memorable; he didn't really want to use it.

"B-boss, hello. Let me introduce myself, my name is Li Ming..."

Li Ming was considered quick to react.

Zhang Ze and the surviving old man were still in a daze. It was a pleasant and familiar female voice that brought their attention back.

"Congratulations! You have successfully cleared the dungeon. Of course, you were carried."

"I-I survived?" Zhang Ze's legs trembled so much he almost fell to the ground.

He looked around, his voice choking with emotion.

"Fuck. I-I survived the serial killer?!"

"We survived!!"

The moment Feng Qiang breathed his last, that same female voice echoed in Zhu Yan's ears.

"Congratulations!"

"A bit of wicked taste, a bit of joy, and a bit of wisdom, you have successfully cleared the dungeon Smash and Grab!"

Joy surged wildly in Zhu Yan's heart.

He narrowed his eyes to enjoy the moment, then unhurriedly put his bracelet back on.

Zhang Ze was looking at him nervously, his tone a bit stuttering.

"T-thank you, boss. My name is Zhang Ze, I wonder what kind of reward you want..."

However, Zhu Yan walked right past him.

Under the nervous and bewildered gazes of the others, Zhu Yan raised his hand and stored away the corpses of Feng Qiang and his son.

Compared to dealing with other players, this was the most important thing.

Zhu Yan didn't want Feng Qiang and his son to resurrect again before the third dungeon started.

That would be very troublesome!

"You killed Feng Qiang and are the top-ranked player in this match. Therefore, you have earned the opportunity to deprive others of their abilities."

The female voice said unhurriedly.

"The deprivable abilities in this match are as follows: Telekinesis lv.5, Visual Shielding lv.3, Shield lv.3, Logical Analysis lv.3, Gentle Demeanor lv.3."

"Which abilities would you like to deprive?"

Five lines of bright red text jumped onto Zhu Yan's retina.

Between the lines of text, Zhu Yan's gaze silently swept over everyone present.

Aside from Telekinesis which was Feng Qiang's ability, the other abilities should correspond to the remaining players.

Zhu Yan didn't really want to take the other people's abilities.

He believed he still had a conscience; for people nowadays, abilities were almost their only reliance.

However, he remembered that an old man had died downstairs.

"Who died downstairs?" Zhu Yan asked. "What was the ability of the person who died down there?"

The eyes of the old man wearing glasses dimmed.

"It was my neighbor," he said. "I don't know his ability, it should be related to defense."

He looked at Zhu Yan hesitantly, his tone turning somewhat cautious.

"Young man, I still know the rules. You carried us through the dungeon this time, and we will pay you the proper price."

"But my neighbor, he still has family. Do you think you could let his share go...?"

In just about two weeks, Bailu City had developed some unwritten rules.

This "pay if you are carried through a dungeon" was one of them.

Some people even gave up their entire net worth just to get the chance to continue surviving after the dungeon ended.

If it were a vicious player, the old man wouldn't dare to bargain.

But Zhu Yan seemed easy to talk to...

The old man pressed his lips together, thinking of his neighbor's helpless old and young family members.

Zhu Yan actually didn't know about this rule.

Collect money?

Hilarious.

All their money combined probably wouldn't even amount to a tenth of Feng Qiang's net worth.

It was still unknown how much money Feng Qiang had.

If it was more than his few thousand bone gold coins, then he would really be rich!

Zhu Yan calculated in his mind.

He could collect this money; no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat.

But the police department would definitely investigate this matter.

He had used the Roleplay ability in the dungeon, and collecting it now would only bring trouble.

If they used human currency to scan a code, the police might lock onto his phone number.

If they paid with bone gold coins, he would have to count them one by one, which was a huge waste of time.

Besides, they might not even have bone gold coins on them.

If he chopped off their left hands or took their rings, Zhu Yan would feel bad about it.

So...

Zhu Yan smiled: "Forget it. Keep it for yourselves."

As he spoke, he decisively chose to deprive the ability Telekinesis lv.5 and the ability Shield lv.3!

Although this Shield was weak, if he nurtured it, it wouldn't be a bad ability.

The old man looked at Zhu Yan, his eyes growing moist.

A good person, what a good person!

Compared to some players he had met and some rumors he had heard, this young man had a rare conscience.

"Holy shit?"

Li Ming and Zhang Ze exchanged a glance, unable to hide their excitement.

"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

They practically picked up a free life!

Zhang Ze was about to cry: "Boss, you are my daddy!"

Zhu Yan ignored them, turned around, and quickly walked out of the toilet.

He heard the broadcast notification again. This time, the female voice was more serious than before.

"Please collect some fresh meat as soon as possible."

"In ten seconds, you will be teleported into the dungeon Family Feast."

"The dungeon Family Feast will begin in 10 minutes."

"Please note that you need to ensure the meat in your hands is fresh enough, satisfactory, and can meet the dietary needs of 5 people."

Zhu Yan fell silent for a moment.

10 seconds, there was no fucking time.

Both sides here were snack aisles, where would there be meat?

He had seen it on the surveillance cameras.

The meat products were all downstairs, guarded by soldiers, and everyone took them according to their quota.

Even if he knew telekinesis, that place was way too far away!

The female voice seemed to sense something.

"Player, if you don't move, you won't be able to satisfy five people!"

Feng Yaozu and Feng Qiang were both dead, where would five people come from?

Zhu Yan noted this detail but remained motionless.

Hilarious.

Even if there were five people, wouldn't the three whole sets of internal organs from Feng Qiang, Feng Yaozu, and Feng Yuan be enough to eat?

The female voice fell silent for a moment.

"Very well, Hunter."

"You are the tattoo on the back of King Yama, the kindergarten teacher of the devil Satan."

"Teleportation countdown begins."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The last second ended.

When Zhu Yan opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had changed once more.

This time, it was downstairs in a semi-old residential building unit.

The steel unit door with glass panels was tightly shut, and the white paint on the door frame had peeled off, looking mottled.

Through the glass, Zhu Yan could see that the inside was stuffed full of electric scooters. Some were obviously no longer in use, covered in a thick layer of dust.

Was this downstairs at Feng Yaozu's house?

"Player, please listen carefully to the mission."

"Player Mission: Ensure the family feast starts smoothly, stop Wang Lanhua's search, and prevent Wang Lanhua from noticing any abnormalities in the family members. Kill Wang Lanhua and Li Mei."

Someone asked how one gets on the path of becoming a Daoist priest, and others asked how to identify a Feng Shui scammer.

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This is a massive project... especially the latter.

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