Huh?
Zhu Yan wasn’t panicked. Instead, he curiously examined this porcelain doll.
Unfortunately, the book Coexisting with Forbidden Things wasn’t with him right now—otherwise, he’d definitely look up what was going on.
This porcelain doll clearly had a low rank, yet it could be immune to a certain type of damage?
If he were to act as a porcelain doll, how many abilities could he borrow?
With a hint of amusement, Zhu Yan pretended to be a broken puppet: “Yeah, maybe... after all, I was made during Dragonfly’s sudden burst of inspiration…”
He mechanically raised his arm. “Anyway, please come out and inspect the finished product, Miss Xingzi.”
The porcelain doll’s face—sharp and delicate, yet soft—was completely expressionless as it faced Zhu Yan, but its tone carried a personified sense of regret.
“What a shame.” It shook its neck, producing a rough, scraping sound like unglazed ceramic grinding together.
“Such a high level... and yet it’s just a brainless, stupid thing.”
With a click, the white tile wall swung outward.
A porcelain doll about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in a pink ballet skirt, appeared before Zhu Yan.
He looked down at it and noticed that the finely crafted porcelain skirt, decorated with golden threads, was covered in bloodstains.
Its tiptoed feet seemed to have suffered some kind of torment, with brown and red blood marks staining the pink-white shoes and socks.
It moved stiffly but quickly, its legs thumping noisily as it stepped onto the tiled floor.
“Where’s the item?” Xingzi asked, its painted eyes scanning Zhu Yan up and down. “Who made this cloak? Dragonfly?”
It reached out and tugged at the fabric, its voice ringing like silver bells. “Can you give it to me?”
Outright robbery?
Zhu Yan stepped back again, shoving the huge black box into Xingzi’s hands.
He quickly glanced over Xingzi’s shoulder.
There was a pure white space behind it, where faint thumping and clattering sounds could be heard, but Zhu Yan didn’t spot any sign of a horrifying creature.
Hmm…
With a subtle motion of his hidden hand, he gripped a rank-thirteen military blade and smiled at the porcelain doll.
“Sure, Miss Xingzi.”
Xingzi immediately looked up at him.
The military blade swung out like a meteor, cleanly severing the porcelain doll Xingzi’s head.
A flash of shock crossed the doll’s face, but it was too late to stop—
The head crashed to the ground with a clatter, sending porcelain shards flying.
Zhu Yan quickly raised his hand and collected the fragments into his ring.
“But that was a lie.”
He walked over and peered through the broken neck of the porcelain doll.
Inside its body was a heart made of white porcelain.
The moment Zhu Yan stared at it, the heart suddenly shattered, crumbling into pieces that fell with a dull thud inside the hollow shell.
Against physical attacks like this, the porcelain doll seemed defenseless.
Two seconds later, its entire body broke into scattered fragments, clattering to the floor in rapid succession like a burst fountain.
“What happened?” a voice called out from behind the tiles. “Miss Xingzi, are you okay?”
Zhu Yan waved his hand and quickly stored all the fragments away.
Heavy footsteps approached. He immediately activated his ability, acting, and stomped across the kitchen’s white tiles with the huge black box.
“I’m fine. What’s the matter?”
A pseudo-human in a black suit hurried over and stopped in front of Zhu Yan.
That was the voice that had just spoken.
Its rank was clearly higher than Xingzi’s but lower than that dragonfly selling braised noodles.
Relieved, Zhu Yan replied, “It was a puppet Dragonfly just made—caused some noise.”
“It delivered the Changing Menu and has already left.”
The pseudo-human’s sinister, cruel eyes scanned Zhu Yan from head to toe, finding nothing unusual.
It nodded and spoke in a harsh tone: “You shouldn’t have gone out without permission.”
It grabbed Zhu Yan’s porcelain arm and dragged him in a certain direction.
“Follow me to this place, Miss Xingzi.”
“I just received a notification.”
The pseudo-human wasn’t high-ranked, but its strength was immense, making Zhu Yan’s wrist ache.
Like some kind of mutation or something… Zhu Yan thought absently.
“The kitchen broadcast is about to issue new orders, all about that player—the Hunter.”
Oh?
About him?
Zhu Yan grew interested.
He stayed silent, and the pseudo-human kept talking.
They passed row after row of sealed white doors—these seemed to be rooms with different functions. As they passed one, Zhu Yan faintly heard human screams.
“That Hunter actually killed a patch of Fog and obtained [Key Fragment] number 3.”
The pseudo-human’s tone turned somewhat sarcastic.
“Impressive, no doubt... I’d say they should have guarded against him sooner.”
“I hear [Key Fragment] number 4 is in the print shop, and [Key Fragment] number 5 is…”
Inside a dish at the Monsters’ Feast.
Zhu Yan smoothly finished the sentence in his mind, but the pseudo-human stopped, shifting its subject instead.
“You’ve obtained the Changing Menu—that’s good.”
“At least the [Key Fragment] in the print shop hasn’t been lost yet…”
It rattled off a string of unintelligible words, then glanced back at Zhu Yan’s bewildered look and corrected its language system a moment later.
“In short, [Key Fragment] number 4 isn’t under our jurisdiction, and we can’t control it anyway.”
“But [Key Fragment] number 5? We have to protect it.”
“The horrifying creatures of the Abyssal Eye will never allow a [Key Fragment] to be stolen right under their noses.”
Zhu Yan felt a jolt of alertness.
“So?” he asked in Miss Xingzi’s voice.
“So the boss set targets,” the pseudo-human said impatiently. “My god, why are you so slow today?”
Zhu Yan sighed and pointed at the bloodstained porcelain skirt on himself.
“I’ve done too much work—I’m tired.”
That excuse was reasonable enough.
The pseudo-human didn’t press further and led him around a corner, stopping in front of a door.
“Broadcast room. We’re here to receive orders.”
It said flatly.
“The boss says the Hunter is also a player—he definitely won’t pass up those [Key Fragments].”
“So, go in. He’ll personally tell us what to do—like how to tighten security.”
Hmm, the broadcast room.
Zhu Yan didn’t know who this “boss” was or his background, but anyone called “boss” had to be at a high rank.
Still, since it was the broadcast room, the odds of this presumed high-level horrifying creature “seeing” him were probably low.
But…
“Does the broadcast room have surveillance?” Zhu Yan asked casually.
“No,” the pseudo-human shook its head. “But it will soon. Hurry in, Xingzi.”
It placed a hand in the slot on the door, and with a click, the door swung open.
“I don’t know much—but after the broadcast, everyone will know everything!”
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