Where Does the Hunter's Aura Come From

Yang Zhanbai suppressed his heartbeat and began his narration, trying to keep his speaking speed steady and his logic clear.

Downstairs.

Zhu Yan watched Auntie Jin throw a massive amount of noodles into the boiling water pot, calling her "Dad" with every breath.

"Dad, you are truly amazing."

"Dad, when will these noodles be ready?"

"Dad, holding so many noodles, will you really be able to free up a hand to open the door later?"

"Dad, where are your keys? Won't you lose them?"

The moment Auntie Jin heard the word "Dad," she squealed with excitement.

"Jiejiejie, these noodles cook very quickly. The Keeper likes them al dente, they'll be out of the pot in a minute."

Zhu Yan also liked his noodles al dente, but he had no interest in human flesh.

"Son, don't underestimate me. I didn't grow all these legs for nothing. One leg holding one tray is more than enough!"

Zhu Yan didn't care much about that; what he cared about was the key.

He stood swaying slightly behind Auntie Jin, watching her grope around in her apron until she pulled out a small golden key.

"As for the key, hehe." Auntie Jin patted her apron confidently. "It's right on me. No one can steal it."

She looked back at Zhu Yan, feeling that this high-level thriller creature with its layers of bug skin was getting cuter the more she looked at it, reminding her of her own larval stage.

Zhu Yan picked up a long, pale red noodle that had been left on the cutting board.

He saw that the noodles were almost done cooking, so he had to act fast.

"Dad, you'll still have to free up a leg to get the key from your pocket. How inconvenient," Zhu Yan said.

"How about I help you string it around your neck with this? What do you think, Dad?"

It was mainly to make it easier for him to take, and also easier for Auntie Jin to quickly notice the key was missing.

Zhu Yan stared into Auntie Jin's compound eyes and noticed the other party was so happy she couldn't even close her bug mouth.

She carefully let him thread the key through that noodle and allowed Zhu Yan to put it on her.

"The noodles are ready," Auntie Jin said happily.

She deftly lined up several massive bowls on the table, adjusted the gravy, and swiftly distributed the cooked noodles into them.

"Baby, the Keeper doesn't allow idle people to enter." Auntie Jin looked at Zhu Yan, an unexpected look of reluctance appearing on her bug face. "Wait for me here, okay?"

She distributed the noodle bowls onto several huge trays and lifted them strenuously with her bug legs.

The key dangled around her neck, making Zhu Yan greedy with desire.

"I'll go with you, Dad," he said obediently. "I won't go into the Keeper's room."

Auntie Jin's bug legs trembled, spilling a little of the noodle gravy.

"Okay, baby." She felt like she was walking on clouds, so happy she didn't know up from down. "Of course you can come with me!"

...

Upstairs.

"So, based on what we saw, the player who deceived you must be the Hunter."

Yang Zhanbai summarized.

He stared intently at the chat box belonging to Zhu Zeyu, as if doing so could bring him a bit more calmness and peace of mind.

Outside the door, it was dead silent. Listening to his own heartbeat, Yang Zhanbai spoke his final two sentences.

"You fell for his tactic of luring the tiger away from the mountain."

"Sir, if you go back to that floor now, you should still be in time."

A few seconds later, a low growl came from behind the door.

"Hunter."

The supermarket boss's tone was mixed with a hint of a twisted smile.

"And you lot, Dorm 303."

"I won't let either of you off."

In the mirror, the supermarket boss took a step forward, his sagging face pressing tightly against the doorframe, smearing a bit of blood on it.

"I will go down and kill the Hunter."

"If you haven't lied to me, then I will sweep you clean just like I sweep the other players."

"After all, I have OCD and I don't like leftover trash."

Yang Zhanbai's fingers gripped the doorframe tightly.

Zhu Zeyu had predicted the boss's reaction, and also the capriciousness of thriller creatures.

The door they had previously despised for being too expensive had now become Dorm 303's sole protection!

"If you lied to me, then I will find you by any means necessary."

The supermarket boss continued to threaten, and Yang Zhanbai could hear his heavy, sticky panting.

"Heh. Just wait, players. I will call Mr. Frog."

"When the time comes, we will definitely break down your door."

In the mirror, the boss's figure retreated.

Yang Zhanbai slowly let go of the doorframe, suddenly realizing that his back was completely soaked in cold sweat.

He turned to look at the people in the room, each with different expressions, and let out a laugh.

"I wonder if this door can hold off the real frog."

"Tell Zhu Zeyu." Qi Yinming bit his lower lip, feeling extremely insecure. "Tell him. Tell him not to come back to the dorm for now."

Yang Zhanbai typed out a line of red text with some difficulty.

"I'm already doing it," he said.

...

Downstairs.

Zhu Yan followed behind Auntie Jin, the beaded bracelet on his wrist half-slipped off, the corners of his mouth curling up in a pleasant smile.

He hadn't exited the private message page of the Player Forum yet, and Yang Zhanbai's message popped up right on time.

"Zhu Zeyu, something might happen to the dorm. Try not to come back for a while."

"Your method was very effective. The supermarket boss said he's going to contact Mr. Frog and bring the frog down with him."

Oh, the toad is coming?

Zhu Yan's eyes lit up as he looked at Auntie Jin in front of him.

She was bypassing a bizarre-looking thriller creature, leading Zhu Yan toward a door at the end of the corridor.

"Half the corridor has been sealed off," Auntie Jin buzzed. "This is the Keeper's request. In reality, it doesn't have such a large volume at all..."

"Okay, Dad," Zhu Yan said immediately, placing emphasis on "Dad."

Since the toad was coming, he might as well disguise himself as the toad.

Zhu Yan glanced at the new text on his retina.

"We are safe for now. But, it said it won't let us off."

Alright.

Can thriller creatures turn into ghosts?

A secret joy rippled in the bottom of his heart.

Zhu Yan watched Auntie Jin's figure stop in front of the bronze door. Changing his angle, he could just see one of her bug legs holding the key to open the door.

A faint click sounded, and the door cracked open a slit.

The golden key dropped back against Auntie Jin's chest. Auntie Jin turned around, looking at Zhu Yan with a face full of infatuation as she instructed him.

"Good son!"

The moment those words left her mouth, Zhu Yan activated his ability Telekinesis!

"You wait here nicely..."

The noodle was effortlessly snapped.

Zhu Yan stared into Auntie Jin's massive eyes and smoothly placed the golden key into his ring.

"I'll be right back."

"Okay." He nodded, without calling her Dad again.

Auntie Jin turned back around.

Instantly, with a thought, Zhu Yan transformed into a rat wearing a chef's hat, frantically scurrying back between the legs of the thriller creatures.

After getting about five meters away from Auntie Jin, he changed his appearance again, becoming that hysterical toad.

The pressure of a Level 14 thriller creature radiated outward, forcing the thriller creatures to hurriedly dodge to the sides.

Auntie Jin held up the trays, half of her body already strenuously squeezed into the door.

Seeing this, Zhu Yan hurriedly shouted.

"You in front, halt!"

"Why do you carry such a strong [Hunter] aura?"