Chapter 486 - 371: I Am a Good Person (2)
A group of about seven or eight people was walking toward them.
Their expressions were exceptionally grave and cautious. After all, this was the kind of place where one wrong move could cost you your life.
Hearts pounding like drums, they trembled as they approached, one step at a time.
"Stop! Get ready! If you have any props, get them all out now!"
"Brother Sun, I think I hear something."
"It must be a lure to get us to go inside! Everyone, be careful. You have to stay focused, understand?"
"Brother Sun, it sounds like people are talking."
"So what if they’re talking? Isn’t that the perfect way to lure us in and make us lower our guard?"
"But... I think I heard the sound of a chair being smashed."
"Impossible! You’re hearing things!"
However, when the group finally stood before the door and peered inside...
Umm...
’Where’s the chair?’
According to their intel, that chair was supposed to be a crucial prop. Why was it gone?
’What’s that in the little monk’s hands?’
It looked like some kind of wood, and the shape was strangely familiar.
But it had nothing to do with a chair.
’Wait, why is there a little monk here, too?’
Wasn’t there supposed to be a little boy inside?
Although a "little boy" and a "little monk" were both boys, the descriptions were a world of difference!
"Brother Sun, are there other players inside?"
"Impossible! No one would dare come here alone! We prepared for so long—how could anyone just show up without any prep!"
"Are you guys looking for this chair?"
Little White walked to the doorway, holding up the broken chair.
The group: "???"
’Is that the all-important Taishi Chair?’
’No way!’
"Don’t joke around, little girl. Did you guys hide the real chair somewhere?"
"Who did you come with, little miss?"
"And where’s that creepy little boy?"
The little boy slowly appeared before them.
The group froze again. What in the world was this scene?
The boy stared grimly at the people outside. ’I can’t deal with the ones inside the house,’ he thought, ’but I should be able to handle these guys, right?’
"You think you’re worthy of stealing my chair?"
Seeing the boy from the rumors, the group had some complicated feelings.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go according to the rumors.
Wasn’t this creepy boy supposed to lure them inside?
Why was he trying to keep them out instead?
’Where did things go wrong?’
Several of them looked at Brother Sun, but he was at a loss for words, too. How was he supposed to know what went wrong?
But this was definitely the right boy. It was him. He just didn’t seem as scary as before.
"Hey now, big boss, don’t be angry. Don’t you like it when we come here to sit in your chair?"
The boy snorted coldly at that.
’I do like it,’ he thought, ’but the chair’s busted now. What am I supposed to say?’
’Can’t they read the room at all?’
"Nonsense! You covet my belongings! You deserve to die!"
After saying this, the boy suddenly looked over at Wen Ying.
Wen Ying: "..."
’Why are you looking at me? You’re the master of this place, aren’t you?’
’You’re the big boss here, right?’
’I’m just a passerby.’
"Can... can I kill them?" the boy asked in a low voice.
The group was instantly terrified. What did this creepy boy mean?
Was it really okay to state his intentions so bluntly?
Wasn’t he afraid of scaring them off?
And who was he talking to?
Weren’t the rumors that there was only one uncanny being here, and that it was incredibly arrogant and powerful?
Why did it have to ask permission from another... uncanny being?
"Who else is in there?"
Brother Sun’s expression was extremely grave, his caution tinged with fear. He didn’t think there was a more powerful supernatural entity inside.
He believed the other presence was definitely human!
The little girl was clearly human, and so was the little monk.
Who on earth would dare enter the fog of Fengmen Village with a little girl and a young monk in tow?
Wen Ying sighed and stepped out from the corner to face the group.
To be honest, not a single one of them looked like a good person.
But there were some ordinary people mixed in, too—the kind who weren’t bad, but not exactly good either.
"You are?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Are you Doctor Wen?" Different people blurted out different things the moment they saw Wen Ying.
"Doctor Wen, is it really you?"
Wen Ying glanced at the person who spoke.
She extended a hand. "You, you, and you. Come here." The three people she pointed to immediately walked toward her, seemingly no longer afraid.
But the others who weren’t called were confused. What was going on?
Unexpectedly, after calling those three over, Wen Ying looked at the little boy and said, "As for the rest... do as you please."