The Black Cat

If the black cat was also considered a participant in the instance, was it possible that "it" also referred to this black cat?

Judging from the black cat's current reactions, its level wouldn't be higher than his own ability, [Roleplay].

If that was really the case, then it was highly necessary to emphasize a point.

The black cat was equally strictly forbidden from accepting any payment!

"You know what to do, right?"

Zhu Yan spoke, his hoarse voice making even himself uncomfortable.

He maintained his posture, sweeping an arrogant glance over the [Witch], explicitly emphasizing,

"Your cat is not allowed to act rashly either!"

The Witch lowered her head, maintaining her posture.

"Yes, Madam. According to your wishes, I will first deceive the player, telling him we do not accept any payment."

"Then, wait until he happily receives his reward, and we will suddenly turn on him..."

The [Witch] didn't understand where this high-level thriller creature found its amusement, because all she cared about was fresh food.

But this didn't stop her from submitting to such overwhelming pressure.

Especially since, according to the [Demon], this high-level thriller creature had no intention of competing with them for food.

Zhu Yan was still calculating the time—

Time was almost up.

Zhu Yan let out a hum from his nose to show his approval, taking the lead to push open the safety door and walk onto the carpet with an air of superiority.

The [Witch] followed behind him—

Strangely, as long as Zhu Yan couldn't see the [Witch]'s face, the warm and genial feeling she exuded would be replaced by a bizarre, icy chill.

He maintained his state, silently passing through the long corridor and stopping in front of Room 1030.

Inside the room.

The moment Zhu Yan hung up the phone, Guan En quickly analyzed the situation.

The other party couldn't come up...

He really hoped this was false, but he remembered the abnormally terrifying aura near the safety doors when he left the elevator.

At that time, he contacted Zhu Yan, and the other party told him he would arrive in ten minutes.

Ten minutes later was roughly the time he contacted him again.

The timeline matched up, so the possibility of Zhu Yan lying was basically ruled out.

It was highly likely that the entity behind the safety door had sealed off the elevator and the emergency exit.

The [Demon] drifted behind him. He could hear its weird laughter; the long cloak reflected in the glass window was extremely blurry.

If he didn't come, was it possible for him to survive on his own?

Guan En propped himself up on the soft edge of the bed and slowly stood up, looking at the colorful reflection of the room on the glass.

The cloak was blurry, but his own face was very clear.

Guan En bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to focus and think of a countermeasure.

His task was to "give it the corresponding payment."

If he gave it, they would devour his soul, dismember his corpse, and he would die.

If he didn't, the player's task wouldn't be completed, and he would die all the same.

A wave of despair slowly surged into Guan En's heart.

No matter how he looked at it, both advancing and retreating were dead ends.

If he used his ability to interrogate the [Demon]...

Click.

The crisp sound of metal striking wood interrupted his thoughts.

His room door opened, and a figure wearing a blue dress and an orange jacket hurriedly appeared in his line of sight!

It was a young girl with a genial and warm temperament.

"Oh—my goodness, you poor little thing!"

The [Witch] let out a sigh of pity at the tottering Guan En.

She put down the black cat, which looked like a large rat, lifted the hem of her skirt, and ran over to support him to the sofa.

Perhaps it was that sunlight-like warmth that temporarily paralyzed Guan En's brain.

He didn't resist immediately; instead, following the [Witch]'s arrangement, he sat quietly in a corner of the sofa, observing the situation in the room.

Behind the [Witch], another figure followed.

This thriller creature was much more bizarre and terrifying.

It wore a voluminous 17th or 18th-century dress, its entire body covered in festering sores caused by corrosion.

That nauseating shudder was exactly what Guan En had felt at the safety door!

Guan En felt his thinking becoming increasingly blurry.

The [Witch] and the [Demon] seemed to have used some kind of mental attack on him.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, forcing himself to barely stay lucid as he calculated.

An instance that originally only had two Bosses now had a third. Did this unexpected change mean there was room for survival?

Guan En withdrew his gaze, looking at the green sofa fabric under his fingers.

At this point, he could only take it one step at a time, but he couldn't act rashly.

If it really came down to it, he would use his ability and perish together with these things!

Zhu Yan didn't care what Guan En was thinking; anyway, neither of them would die in this round.

However, this expression of being so nervous he was about to throw up was indeed quite funny.

Zhu Yan stared for a few seconds, holding back the urge to laugh.

He sat on the edge of the bed with feigned elegance, watching the two thriller creatures put on their act.

As soon as the potion was in hand, he would send them both to their graves.

"You don't need to be nervous."

The [Witch] repeated her old trick, finding the hotel's black tea bags and brewing a cup of hot tea for Guan En.

"You probably don't know, little brother. You can't speak directly to it; I'm here to help you."

Alright, everything was normal up to this point.

Zhu Yan half-squinted his eyes, not relaxing.

Guan En didn't drink the cup of tea either.

He looked at the [Witch] and the drifting cloak, then looked at the even more terrifying Zhu Yan on the side, and spoke vigilantly.

"Who is this?"

Zhu Yan sneered in his heart, wanting to mimic this sentence in a weird tone ten times over.

He watched as the [Witch] reassuringly patted Zhu Yan's shoulder, then stood up to fiddle with the altar.

"This is the Inspector of [Carnival Paradise]."

Her lie was incredibly natural, and Zhu Yan listened with great relish.

"You are a very talented player. Therefore, [Carnival Paradise] has specially made an exception just for you."

The [Witch] said sweetly, then tactfully glanced at Zhu Yan's expression.

Hmm, his expression was as usual.

It seemed that Madam was satisfied with their current performance.

The [Witch] waved her hand, causing the black and white candles on the altar to light up again.

"Speak, what is it that you want?"

The [Demon] drifted in the air, trembling and shaking, struggling to hold back its laughter.

The [Witch]'s speech was just too entertaining!

It couldn't wait to see the other party's ecstatic expression.

Guan En looked at the [Witch] and then at Zhu Yan, without speaking immediately.

In his eyes, the [Witch]'s expression was extremely bizarre.

Her smile didn't reach her eyes. When she said those words, the way she looked at him was clearly like looking at a dish that couldn't escape.

Besides, the "Inspector" was blocking his companion's way upstairs while simultaneously claiming to make an exception. Wasn't this too contradictory?

This wasn't about letting him go; this was about paralyzing him first, just like they paralyzed that female player!

However, "making an exception."

Did this kind of rhetoric mean that even if he was alone, there was a possibility to exploit a loophole?

If he firmly grasped this phrase "making an exception," tricked them into giving the reward first, and then made his move...

Guan En looked at Zhu Yan with apprehension.

As long as this "Inspector" didn't intervene, it wasn't impossible for him to survive!

Guan En gazed at the flickering candlelight, feeling a glimmer of hope being ignited.

He revealed a pale smile and said, "I want two doses of the potion that can completely cure the plague brought by the [Plague Ghost] Walter."

Although Zhu Yan didn't come, if he could make it out alive, he still needed to thank the other party for providing him with this method.

Therefore, Guan En still asked for two portions.

"Oh. You want a potion that can prevent and cure the plague ghost disease."

"For two people, right?"

The [Witch] felt a bit bored. The sweet scent radiating from this person made it feel even hungrier.

When would this act be over?

When could it feast on a savory human leg?

"Yes," Guan En said cautiously, staring nervously at the center of the altar.

"I want enough for two."

Zhu Yan sat up slightly.

Perhaps because of the [Acting], his mind was very clear—a stark contrast to the chaotic state the female player was in when she made her forum post.

Neither of the two terrifying creatures dared to influence him!

The potion.

As soon as the potion appeared, he would strike immediately!