This is a Fake Confession Session

"There are still things in the pharmacy," Zhu Yan shouted. "Go to the pharmacy!"

A thick fog rushed towards them. Yang Zhanbai gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and it quickly split into several pieces, churning and dissipating.

The two rushed into the foul-smelling pharmacy, charging straight to the very back of the shop in one breath.

"There's excrement." Yang Zhanbai's voice sounded strange, as if he was about to throw up at any moment. "Were there any living people here when you came?... Why aren't you with the others?"

He covered his nose and mouth, panting heavily. Zhu Yan pulled out the third bottle of [Universal Potion] from his pocket.

"Pour it on yourself to heal." Zhu Yan bit off the cap and handed it to him. "Before Mr. Wolf announced the time, I was worried the clock wouldn't respond like last time, so I went to find you."

"But it got dark so fast. I got tangled up with the monsters, and by the time I finished them off, I found the surroundings had already turned into a complete mess."

Yang Zhanbai took the bottle of potion and followed Zhu Yan deeper into the shelves.

He wanted to pour the potion directly over his head, but his gaze accidentally fell on the palm of his right hand!

On his originally clean palm, a strange pattern seemed to have grown out.

Yang Zhanbai's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced at Zhu Yan's back, neatly switched the potion to his left hand, and steadily poured it over his head.

Warmth seeped into his skin, bringing a few traces of clarity.

After his body's strength recovered a little more, Yang Zhanbai lowered his eyes, examining his palm by the dim light.

Zhu Yan bent over to rummage through the shelves, catching Yang Zhanbai's movements out of the corner of his eye.

Good, he noticed it.

Let's see how this guy reacts when the time comes, take it one step at a time.

"...I wasn't sure where you were, I looked everywhere." Zhu Yan continued to explain calmly. "Many people died, but there are some survivors in the candy store."

"It's somewhat of a gain, at least I found some healing items."

He rested his right hand on the shelf, and with his left hand, took out the three bottles of [Universal Potion] he had just put away, shoving them into Yang Zhanbai's hand.

"Take them, I have more here."

"Where did you go? Why did you suddenly appear inside the flower shop?"

Yang Zhanbai took the potions but said nothing.

He couldn't describe how he felt.

The player in front of him, named Zhu Zeyu, had saved him from the brink of death time and time again. They could be considered brothers who had gone through life and death together.

But, how to explain?

Say that he went underground, met the BOSS, falsely claimed to be the [Hunter], and ended up really becoming the [Hunter]?

Yang Zhanbai warily glanced at his palm.

This was too absurd.

And no matter what the process was, the outcome was already a foregone conclusion.

He would end up dying anyway, right?

"I—"

"Oh." Zhu Yan turned around at the right moment, signaling Yang Zhanbai to follow him out.

"Let's go, back to the candy store first."

He didn't want to chop off Yang Zhanbai's right hand, because this was a good person. His current psychological state couldn't bring him to be so ruthless to a good person.

The [Copy Ointment] could be used twice. Zhu Yan could find another, less righteous person to be the scapegoat.

But he needed a partner.

A companion who could help him subvert the Alpha Wolf's rules, a companion who could help him jointly transfer the blame of the [Hunter]!

With the [Hunter] mark on Yang Zhanbai's palm, Zhu Yan had a handle he could grasp.

An alliance built on mutual interests might break, but if there was a shared sin, the alliance would be much stronger.

Going back to the candy store was just a phrasing to make Yang Zhanbai voluntarily expose his handle.

Yang Zhanbai followed Zhu Yan, walking out with a restless mind.

"There are quite a few survivors at the candy store."

Zhu Yan pondered, not mentioning the fact that they would check for the [Hunter] mark, and changed the subject.

"Most of the monsters outside are level three. We can handle them."

"My thought is, hiding is just hiding. Might as well ask if there are any players with stronger functional abilities, and take advantage of the dark to push forward."

This was a bold proposal.

Zhu Yan drew his dagger and dispersed two patches of thick fog, arriving once again at the door of the messily ruined candy store.

"There are no human shops on this street anyway."

He turned to Yang Zhanbai with a calm tone.

"Walking further back, we might discover something. Oh right, you can also tell everyone about your discoveries first."

"Where have you been all this time?"

Yang Zhanbai's face was tightly drawn, seemingly drained of color.

Just a little bit more.

Zhu Yan calculated nervously and shouted inside.

"We're back," he said. "Brother Yang is back too."

"Alright," Qi Yinming replied. "Are you injured? The usual rule, let us check your right hand before you come in."

"Wh—" Yang Zhanbai lost his composure.

In the dim light, he pursed his lips with a great lack of security.

Fuck.

Check the right hand!

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yan asked with feigned concern.

He also had a mark on his right hand, but Yang Zhanbai didn't know, which meant he didn't have one as far as Yang was concerned.

"Let's go." Zhu Yan reached out to grab Yang Zhanbai.

He looked around nervously to ensure that apart from those students, not too many terrifying creatures were approaching here.

Now is the time.

Push him a little more!

"Don't just stand there." Zhu Yan applied a bit more force, trying to drag the petrified Yang Zhanbai away from his spot. "Hurry up, it's dangerous outside—"

As expected, Yang Zhanbai broke free.

"I can't go in right now," he said, closing his eyes in despair.

Zhu Yan looked at him calmly.

In front of the terrifying creatures, Yang Zhanbai's attitude was that you can kill me right now.

This man was not afraid of death, and facing his companions, it was probably the same.

Sure enough, the next second, Yang Zhanbai opened his right palm to him.

"I am the [Hunter]."

He said resignedly, his face devoid of expression and color.

"There's no need for me to go in."

Yang Zhanbai took a deep breath, his bright black eyes staring at the young man in the dim light.

In his eyes, the other party was already thoroughly shocked, one eyebrow slightly raised, looking at him with a hint of inquiry.

Yang Zhanbai felt a wave of relief in his heart.

He had no intention of becoming the public enemy of humanity.

Speaking out this secret brought a thrill of confessing a shameful sin; at least he didn't have to carry a mountain on his back anymore.

"Kill me," Yang Zhanbai requested resolutely. "...Take those 48 hours. This is your only path to survival."

"Shut up," Zhu Yan shouted to stop him.

This was just right, Yang Zhanbai didn't need to say anything more.

It was time to take a step further!

Yang Zhanbai said no more.

A few seconds later, he said, "There is no way to survive this instance. Unless you kill me—"

"I think you've been deceived."

Zhu Yan coldly interrupted him again and quite forcefully dragged Yang Zhanbai into the candy store.

"Let us in, or we can just communicate outside."

He said loudly towards the direction of the shelves.

"Yang Zhanbai is back. I think he's encountered a conspiracy related to the [Hunter]."

"Hey!" Yang Zhanbai protested quietly. "Do you have to make my death look so ugly?"

Hearing the word [Hunter], the people behind the shelves fell silent.

"What does that have to do with it?" a male voice asked urgently. "Did you find the Hunter?"

Zhu Yan did not answer immediately, and a murmur of whispers could be heard from behind the shelves.

About two minutes later, Qi Yinming finally replied to the two of them, his decision final.

"Just speak from out there."

He paused, his voice holding a deliberately maintained steadiness.

"No matter what it is, no one is to make a move while we discuss this."