Blast Yours

Zhu Yan maintained his horror creature form. Peering through the window, he thoroughly studied the scene outside.

The villa was not tall, so his field of vision was extremely limited.

Standing at the window and gazing out as far as he could, the most distant objects he could see were the streetlights just outside the courtyard wall. Even the pedestrian path outside the gate was obscured by the wall.

Under these circumstances, there were many blind spots.

It would be very easy to conceal himself during his next move.

The sound of the wooden door being pushed open came from behind him.

Putting on a full display of arrogance, Zhu Yan turned around and fixed his gaze on the trembling landlord.

Plague Fiend, he said icily, watching the landlord's withered body flinch.

It seemed to be working.

Zhu Yan kept his guard up, not daring to relax in the slightest.

He didn't dare casually call the Plague Fiend Walter by his name, as he wasn't sure if it was considered strange for a high-level horror creature to address a low-level one by their first name.

Zhu Yan spoke softly and slowly.

As of today, you are three months behind on your rent. Three bone-gold coins, Plague Fiend.

The Plague Fiend Walter's tall figure seemed to hunch over even more.

Three bone-gold coins—it was only three bone-gold coins!

To him, of course, this was a massive sum.

But he didn't understand. Aside from his fear, he just couldn't understand.

He couldn't figure out why such a trivial matter would alarm a wealthy, high-level horror creature.

If, as the Madam had said, this was just a little game for the Abyssal Eye Club, given the typical behavior of those high-level horror creatures, would they really let him off the hook?

A piercingly cold aura hovered above his head, and the landlord trembled even more violently.

I... a player has already arrived, he explained. I saw his left hand. I can chop off his left hand... I...

However, to his disappointment, Zhu Yan sneered, extinguishing his hopes with an utterly contemptuous attitude.

What if the player hasn't opened an account yet?

Are you going to take his left hand to the Hall of Mourning to open an account?

Without the player himself being present?

He watched as that deathly pale, ashen face slowly sagged even further, a hidden despair rising from within its wrinkles.

Zhu Yan wasn't having an easy time either.

He felt a fine layer of sweat break out on his back, making his T-shirt a bit sticky.

Lacking sufficient attack power, he could only fully utilize all the information he knew to bluff and deceive.

Every step he took now was crucial to completing his plan. Every step required caution, with zero room for error.

He couldn't respond just yet—

It wasn't the right time.

He had to wait a little longer!

Zhu Yan waited patiently until this despair completely consumed the landlord's cloudy eyes before he slowly let out another soft chuckle.

Looking at you right now, you had better find someone to take over your lease as soon as possible.

Hmph. This broken-down house and you are so low-level that you couldn't even see through my disguise from the start.

You have made a fool of yourself time and time again tonight. I no longer wish to stay in your presence.

That was what he said, but to the landlord, the oppressive aura emanating from this high-level creature hadn't diminished in the slightest.

He was terrified, respectfully bowing his head to listen as Zhu Yan delivered his final sentence.

I will send a trusted subordinate over shortly to conduct an inspection.

You had better watch yourself. If everything is still a complete mess by then...

Zhu Yan sneered, making his point abundantly clear.

You should find someone to transfer the property to as soon as possible.

In the Lease Contract, it was written as follows.

This house may connect with all horror creatures, serving as an extension of their flesh and blood. Should any horror creature exchange this contract for a place of dwelling, they must understand that the house is me, and I am the house.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yan was not a horror creature.

However, there was no rule in the contract stating that the lessee couldn't be a player!

Moreover, the fact that the Sublease Contract between both parties was in the hands of the man-eating house's landlord only proved one point to Zhu Yan—

This sublease contract, which required the brands of both parties, took effect immediately. It did not require going to the Hall of Mourning to handle tedious procedures like opening an account did.

Zhu Yan looked down condescendingly at the landlord's shivering back, flawlessly acting out the final scene.

Bring that player upstairs, he said stiffly. Lock him in his room. Do not let him see me—or my inspector!

The landlord shuddered.

He respectfully backed out of the room, overwhelmed by terror, anxiety, and an inexplicable sense of unease.

Everything made perfect sense.

According to the rules, he was in arrears.

The horror creature from the leasing party had come to his door, issuing warnings and conducting inspections in accordance with the rules, with only a few little games from the Abyssal Eye mixed in along the way.

There was nothing wrong with that...!

The only problem was that if he couldn't pay the fees, everything he had, including himself, would cease to exist!

He had to.

He absolutely had to serve this Madam and her inspector well!

The wooden door clicked shut, and Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Without full confidence, he couldn't clash head-on with Guan En.

Although he possessed level four and level five abilities, he was still only a level 2 player.

If Guan En possessed a level 3 or level 4 attack ability and was dead set on capturing him regardless of the consequences, Zhu Yan would be doomed if they fought.

He could only use the landlord to lock that guy in his room first, keeping him out of sight.

Zhu Yan opened the window and quickly assessed the height of the second floor and potential landing spots.

...

The landlord walked down the stairs, his lips pressed into a tight line.

Looking at Guan En, who was sitting obediently on the sofa, he let out a cold snort and angrily yanked him up!

Come here, he said viciously. I will take you to your room. Behave yourself!

Just now, during the two or three minutes the landlord had gone upstairs, Guan En had concentrated his mind, deducing every clue he possibly could.

The landlord leaving him, a player, hanging around down here to go upstairs was abnormal in itself—

Whether in the case files he had read or the Cat and Mouse Games he had personally experienced, the vast majority of horror creatures seemed unaware of the existence of missions.

Their sole purpose was to eat all the players.

If he was truly the only player in this house...

Then the landlord's normal reaction should have been to keep a close eye on him or lock him up, waiting to eat him the moment the instance began.

Instead of politely pouring tea, trying to make him sit obediently in the living room, and then leaving him behind to hurry upstairs!

The landlord's thin chest heaved, and Guan En noticed the layer of skin wrapping his ribs quivering slightly. It was obvious that the landlord was in a terrible mood right now.

This shouldn't be the case—he had been perfectly fine before going upstairs.

This horror creature was hiding something.

What exactly had caused his mood to shift so rapidly?

Guan En did not resist.

He calmly shifted his gaze to the creature's face, staring into those cloudy eyes.

It seemed that the mysterious player was up to his old tricks again.

He had used a non-player identity to gain the trust of this old monster in front of him, and had even managed to suppress him.

Let's go, Guan En said to the landlord, pondering his next move.

Let's go to my room.

The landlord snorted coldly and let go of his collar.

It led Guan En upstairs. Guan En kept his focus sharp, quietly gripping his service weapon.

He also did not forget to bring along the milk tea cup.

This was a crucial piece of physical evidence, after all, as it still contained the suspect's biological traces!