Forget it, just try everything anyway.

The fake human gleefully learned how to use various major human software applications from Zhu Yan, not even caring that it missed its stop.

Zhu Yan taught it how to transfer money and played around with it a few times, then deleted all the payment apps from those phones.

This fake human had three young skins. The accounts belonging to the owners of these three skins still had tens of thousands left, and Zhu Yan showed no mercy in taking it all.

There were a few older skins left; one account had been frozen, but Zhu Yan transferred all the assets of the others to himself as well.

This human currency should be convertible into the Bone Gold Coins used in Carnival Paradise.

Coupled with the money from the left hands of that family of five, Zhu Yan felt he had really struck it rich this time.

The human and the fake human exchanged contact information, and Zhu Yan even thoughtfully taught it how to send voice messages.

Before getting off the train, the fake human reluctantly bid him farewell: "Talk to you later, little demon!"

Zhu Yan waved back at it.

He happily checked his account balance, which added up to a staggering 1.5 million.

1.5 million!

If all of it were converted into Bone Gold Coins...

"Then you need to speed up, player."

A female voice suddenly popped up right by his ear, startling Zhu Yan.

Holy crap?

This thing wasn't this smart before.

Has it been in his head this whole time?

"Not at all, player," the female voice said cheerfully. "I have my own job, player."

Oh, is it a real person?

Zhu Yan asked casually in his mind.

However, the female voice didn't respond, simply continuing on its own.

"There are still unannounced rewards for the three instances in this session."

"I cannot neglect my duties."

The broadcast of the Monster Tram softly announced the arrival at Plum Garden Street Station, and that giant mouth suddenly opened again.

Zhu Yan jumped off the tram and saw that familiar two-story building.

His last visit was about ten days ago, right after the instance of the cannibalistic landlord ended.

To avoid capture by the police, he had taken the Monster Tram here.

At that time, the instance happening here hadn't ended yet, and Zhu Yan had heard the terrified cries of a family; but now...

Zhu Yan looked up, carefully examining the building in front of him.

The building was painted an elegant brick-red, reflecting a slight metallic glint in the light, much like slightly rusted bloodstains.

A rich, bizarre aroma of barbecue and the sweet scent of cooked meat drifted from the building, reminding Zhu Yan of heavily seasoned Jiangnan cuisine.

But the courtyard gate here was shut tight, and the curtains were drawn over the second-floor windows, so Zhu Yan had no way of seeing what was happening inside.

"Don't dawdle, player," the female voice urged with a rhythmic cadence. "Please complete your Hunter quest and deposit the corpses at..."

Zhu Yan ignored the female voice completely.

He took a step forward and knocked loudly on the courtyard gate!

The female voice fell silent.

Zhu Yan finally had some peace.

After experiencing so much, he had finally figured it out.

In Carnival Paradise, simply following the broadcast announcements to complete predetermined actions would never lead to a better outcome.

The female broadcast voice wouldn't tell him the hidden rules of the instances, nor would it tell him that human skins could be sold, let alone that he could openly transfer money from the fake human's phones.

Oh, and Carnival Paradise could even keep those phones constantly connected to a signal.

It was a scam, a total scam.

Knocking on this door to find out where he was might just help him clear future instances or understand other things better.

Zhu Yan pulled his Demon Cloak tighter around himself and, feeling a bit insecure, activated Roleplay to disguise himself more perfectly.

The crisp sound of heels clicking against a concrete floor came from behind the tightly shut courtyard gate.

"Coming!" a slightly hoarse female voice called out. "Who is it?"

Zhu Yan silently took a step back as the courtyard gate creaked open in front of him.

A head topped with curly black fleece poked out; beneath the messy hair was a shriveled face with nothing but bluish-gray skin stretched tightly over bone.

This was a "woman," and her neck was like a stretched piece of dough, unnaturally thin.

"Here to deliver goods?"

The "woman's" watery eyes looked Zhu Yan up and down, and she opened the door a bit wider.

Its neck was very thin, but its belly was terrifyingly large; Zhu Yan couldn't tell if it was pregnant or swollen with edema.

Zhu Yan's face was hidden in the shadows of his hood, so the "woman" couldn't see his eyes.

It didn't seem to care, merely asking with practiced familiarity.

"Are your goods special supply or regular supply? Who is the special supply for?"

Zhu Yan's mind raced.

The Hunter quest was to deliver corpses, so the corpses must be the goods.

As for "special supply" and "regular supply," the meanings of these two terms were easy to understand.

The fact that this monster asked who the special supply was for indicated that some corpses were supplied to specific targets. The entities that could enjoy this "special supply" must have a pretty high status and treatment.

If it were the old Zhu Yan, he would have played it safe and said these were "regular goods."

But things were different now.

Zhu Yan came here to complete the Hunter quest, but the quest only required him to drop the corpses here; it didn't say he couldn't embellish things to fish for information.

What was going on in this house?

Since the Hunter quest involved this place, it definitely wasn't a simple location.

Zhu Yan feigned surprise: "Special supply. What, didn't the higher-ups notify you? Why are you asking me?"

The monster's shriveled eyelids drooped halfway as it looked Zhu Yan up and down again.

"What's the big deal?" it said impatiently. "Don't try that crap with me. Knowing which VIP the special supply is for is your responsibility as the deliveryman, don't you know that?"

Oh, is that so?

Special supply for a VIP?

Then Zhu Yan was definitely going to talk himself up.

"Special supply for the first Hunter of Carnival Paradise," he said shamelessly.

The monster was clearly stunned.

"What are you talking about?!"

It shrieked: "Hunter?! That's not someone on our small kitchen's list! Not one of our VIPs!"

Small kitchen?

VIP?

Zhu Yan sharply caught these two terms.

Oh, so this place was some sort of high-end "small kitchen" that specialized in supplying food to "VIPs."

"He will be soon."

Zhu Yan calmly continued to inflate his own importance, immediately bringing up the name of a big shot he knew.

"Have you heard of the Lord of the Feast?"

The wealthy patron who had tipped him in the Court of Many Acts.

The monster indeed went quiet.

It stared at Zhu Yan: "The Lord of the Feast? Someone of that level, how could..."

Zhu Yan waved his hand, releasing the five corpses from his ring.

"The Lord of the Feast ordered that these things be specially supplied to the Hunter Zhu Zeyu. Oh, but the Lord of the Feast wants the left hands of these people chopped off."

The monster stopped talking.

After a moment of silence, it said, "Wait."

The gate slammed shut.

A moment later, it came out gripping a machete, cleanly chopped off the left hands, and threw them to Zhu Yan.

"How are we supposed to deliver it? Where is this Hunter? In an instance or somewhere else? The processing fee is 200 bone gold coins per ingredient. Can he even afford it?"

It worked.

Zhu Yan felt a surge of secret delight.

However, this was not enough.

200 bone gold coins, huh? The sheep always pays for its own fleece.

He could just peel off the skin and sell it to the doppelgangers to instantly make his money back.

"The Lord of the Feast also requires the intact human skin," he said coldly. "For his collection."

And then there was the matter of the instance. Since this monster had brought it up, he might as well fish for more information.

"The Hunter Zhu Zeyu's next instance is the Metabolism Module. He is currently located in Room 303, Student Dormitory Building 15, West Campus of Xishan University."

For this small kitchen to be able to process food for a VIP like the Lord of the Feast, it was absolutely not simple.

He would extract whatever information he could; if he failed, then so be it.

Whatever, he might as well try!

"He needs some crucial clues for the instance."

"Please find a way to deliver the clues along with the meals to Zhu Zeyu within the next two days."

Zhu Yan tilted his head slightly.

"The Lord of the Feast will be placing a bet on him in the next round. You wouldn't want him to lose, would you?"