Zhu Yan quietly looked at Auntie Jin's bug face, suddenly coming up with a very wicked trick.
To open the door in the room and get Key Fragment 2, all he had to do was lure the tree spirit away and stall for some time.
He currently had the appearance of the supermarket owner.
If he wore the owner's skin and first stole the key from Auntie Jin.
Then had the real owner come over to take the blame...
If executed well, not only could he get the key, but he could also conveniently have the tree spirit kill the supermarket owner, a potential threat.
Killing two birds with one stone, how satisfying.
Zhu Yan blinked, "Dad, since the guardian is so important, hurry up and make the thing for the guardian."
Auntie Jin was so thrilled that her entire bug body was trembling.
Who could understand, she was practically intoxicated!
To think she got such a good son for absolutely nothing!
Wait, why for absolutely nothing?
Auntie Jin's brain stalled for a moment.
Zhu Yan urged, "Dad!"
Auntie Jin let out a buzzing hiss, stood up, and staggered away.
Zhu Yan lowered his eyes, gently stared at the mark on his palm, and logged into the Player Forum.
Zhu Zeyu's private message page had a few more messages, which were Yang Zhanbai's wails.
"Brother, your account hasn't been deleted. Are you severely injured and still struggling to hold on?"
"Damn, I really miss the days we fought side by side..."
Through the gaps between the text, Zhu Yan kept his eyes on Auntie Jin, who was happily humming a little tune, so he could go up and add another "Dad" at any moment.
After ensuring that this guy wouldn't come to her senses anytime soon, he cautiously looked around.
The portion of a bowl of noodles was limited, and the diners had already finished eating and left.
In the small shop, only he was left, along with Auntie Jin, who was a few meters away and drunk out of her mind.
Zhu Yan then cleared his throat and muttered to the air in a low voice that Auntie Jin couldn't hear.
"Family of the Court of Performances, for the sake of the show's effect, the streamer boldly asks for a tip."
"I hope the family can help pull some strings and let the Xishan University cafeteria floor stay for an extra 20 minutes."
Yang Zhanbai and the others were on that floor.
When Zhu Yan went there before, a horror creature had announced that each player could stay on that floor for 20 minutes.
This time was a bit short for Zhu Yan, or rather, a bit short for Yang Zhanbai and the others.
With more time, it would be easier for him to operate!
"Next, family, watch my moves. I guarantee to present you all with a wonderful performance!"
After speaking, Zhu Yan nervously waited for a few seconds.
Soon, a female voice rang out, not disappointing his expectations.
"Congratulations, player."
"Viewer Covenant of Lies looks forward to your little trick and is willing to use their privileges to let the Xishan University cafeteria floor stay for an extra 20 minutes."
"Please make good use of the opportunity!"
"In addition, viewer Silent Dance, viewer Lord of the Feast, and viewer Pale Decree express their anticipation for your performance."
"Viewer Gospel of Flesh believes your actions are not artistic enough and has currently changed their viewing target."
What the hell?
They could even change their viewing target?
Zhu Yan was stunned.
Did that mean other players might also receive tips like he did?
But none of that mattered, because Zhu Yan's goal had already been achieved.
"I hope you keep up the good work, player. Looking forward to your performance!"
The female voice stopped.
Zhu Yan steadied his mind, glanced at Auntie Jin not far away again, and began to carefully word his reply to Yang Zhanbai.
"I'm still alive, don't worry about me."
Yang Zhanbai: "?!"
Upstairs.
Yang Zhanbai cursed loudly and jumped up on the spot: "Zhu Zeyu!"
Chen Zhaoxing's hand trembled, accidentally snapping off a feeler of the new cockroach: "Oh oh oh! Kill it!"
Yang Zhanbai's eyes lit up: "He replied to me! Zhu Zeyu is still alive!"
Qi Yinming straightened up, becoming tense.
"Of course he's still alive, his account is still there. Where is he? What did he say?"
Qin Yang exchanged a glance with his companion and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Outside the door, terrifying smashing sounds constantly echoed, accompanied by the vague cries of players and the screams of horror creatures.
In the mirror, the supermarket owner had completely fallen into madness.
The stalls on both sides of the corridor were already a mess, with blood mixed with oil and vegetable broth thinly spread across the floor.
Bang!
A loud crash came from the door.
At this, even Chen Zhaoxing stopped carving the cockroach and frowned as he looked toward the door.
"Judging by the sound, it's right next door." He furrowed his brows, "What level of attack can our door withstand again?"
"Fourteen." The smile on Yang Zhanbai's face was crushed by the noise.
"Oh oh... Zhu Zeyu, our savior!" Chen Zhaoxing cried out strangely, "Did he say anything?"
He did.
Yang Zhanbai silently cast his gaze into the air, carefully browsing through the lines of shocking red text.
"The Hunter used an item to strip away my ability to speak, so I can't shout the dorm return password."
"I must be injured. You can't tell from the outside, but my internal organs keep hurting."
Zhu Yan was completely focused on making things up.
He remembered there was a story about the Little Mermaid.
Using that as a reference, making up an item that strips away voices wasn't going too far at all.
"But don't worry too much, I found an item on the previous floor that can heal injuries."
"I've taken the medicine and feel a bit better now, so I can reply to your messages."
"This floor is completely empty. I can only hide and wait for my body to heal, and when the floors change, I'll find a chance to meet up with you guys."
Yang Zhanbai unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging painfully into his palms.
Good, good, good.
Now it all made sense.
No wonder Zhu Zeyu was alive but didn't return.
The Hunter, that scum who deserved to be hacked into pieces.
He was going to eliminate this menace for the people with his own hands!
Thinking of Zhu Zeyu's terrible condition, Yang Zhanbai became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Which floor are you on? Is it convenient for you to tell me the floor number?"
"Every floor has a specific changing password. I'll figure out a way to bring Chen Zhaoxing to find you."
Yang Zhanbai glanced at the mirror.
Zhu Zeyu had saved him so many times; even if it meant risking his life, he would find a way to go out and gather information.
Downstairs.
Zhu Yan felt uneasy, so he simply stood behind Auntie Jin and watched her knead dough.
"Dad, your craftsmanship is really good."
"Dad, tell me, how did I get such a good dad?"
Amidst Auntie Jin's pleasantly surprised and satisfied hisses, he began to reply to Yang Zhanbai.
"Don't. I read the sequence of events you sent. That supermarket owner outside is the Hunter's enemy."
Zhu Yan spoke with righteous indignation.
"Listen to me, your focus shouldn't be on me right now."
"This is an opportunity to use the horror creatures to catch the Hunter."
"Yang Zhanbai, I have a theory, and I need you guys to cooperate with me."
"Who knows, we might just be able to catch the Hunter on the very first day!"
Yang Zhanbai's heart leaped into his throat. Alongside his deep touched feelings, a wave of faint excitement surged in his heart.
Zhu Zeyu was just like this.
It was as if he always put himself last. No matter what crisis arose, he could always analyze the problem from a different angle and come up with a solution.
Loyal, kind-hearted, and reliable.
Yang Zhanbai immediately asked, "What is your guess?"
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