Free Web NovelChapter 323: Chapter 313: Old Man (3)
[NPCs have different strengths. This Sheep-legged Man is probably a weak NPC, and the old man is likely a strong one, which is why the Sheep-legged Man doesn’t dare to fight back.]
[I wonder, if these monsters die here, do they respawn?]
[Of course, it’s a jungle no matter where you are. The strong devouring the weak is the only rule that matters.]
[Poor Sheep-legged Man. My Holy Mother heart is just overflowing...]
But before the commenter could finish typing, the scene on the livestream changed in an instant.
The Sheep-legged Man, unable to bear the excruciating pain any longer, snapped. He stretched out his hands—which had looked human until that moment—and sharp nails instantly sprouted from his fingertips. They had a reddish sheen that was deeply unsettling to look at.
With a swift turn, he swiped those long nails right at Wen Ying’s face.
To call it a swipe would be putting it mildly. Looking closely, it was as if he were thrusting knife points directly at Wen Ying’s face.
One might call it an accident, but the vicious look on the Sheep-legged Man’s face suggested it was anything but.
It was revenge.
He didn’t dare do anything to the old man, but he saw this human as weak and easy to bully, a perfect target on which to vent his rage.
The old man continued to carve the meat from the sheep’s knuckle-bone, seemingly oblivious to the scene unfolding before him.
Utterly unconcerned.
As the long, sharp nails loomed closer, Wen Ying’s expression remained unchanged.
Only when the nails were about to plunge into her ridiculously beautiful face did Wen Ying slowly lift her head.
Her every movement was slow, almost graceful.
The Sheep-legged Man’s attack, however, was lightning-fast.
But strangely, the conflict between her slowness and his speed somehow felt... nonexistent.
Logically, his claws should have already pierced her face. Instead, his speeding hand was caught in the firm grip of her own slow-moving one.
"I wonder if there’s a knuckle-bone in this hand, too? Hey, old man, how about we play with a set from his arms?"
The Sheep-legged Man’s arm was held immobile. The sheer force of her grip seemed to lock down his entire body.
Hearing Wen Ying’s words, the old man finally looked up, that same sleazy grin plastered on his face. "Oh, wonderful! This old man has never played with knuckle-bones from that part of the body before!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he casually tossed the knuckle-bone he had just stripped clean onto the ground.
He then reached out and grabbed the Sheep-legged Man’s other arm. "What a fantastic idea! This will be so exciting! Girl, I’m starting to like you!"
The Sheep-legged Man began to tremble even more violently, his gaze fixed on Wen Ying with exceptional venom.
Wen Ying nonchalantly wiped her hands clean, watching the old man get to work without any intention of helping.
"Old man, if we’re playing knuckle-bones, there has to be a winner and a loser. What are you planning to put up as a wager?"
Seeing Wen Ying’s completely unfazed demeanor, the Sheep-legged Man’s eyes burned with even greater fury, but he didn’t dare make a sound.
Wen Ying could feel his intensely venomous stare, but she didn’t care. Still, she met his gaze. "The one pulling out your bones is the old man, so why are you looking at me? If you want revenge, you should be going after him. Why me? Don’t tell me you think I’m his woman or something? That getting revenge on me is the same as getting revenge on him? Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The Sheep-legged Man instantly panicked. ’I wasn’t thinking that at all!’
"No, no, that’s not it! I would never dare have such thoughts about Mr. Li! You detestable human, stop spouting nonsense! You’re definitely not going to finish your task today. Just you wait to be skinned alive!"
Wen Ying pursed her lips and spoke to some unseen audience. "See that? A classic case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. What a coward."
The old man’s interest was suddenly piqued, though his hands never stopped moving. "Little girl, who are you talking to?"
The old man had been in the mental asylum for decades; he had no idea what could possibly be in the direction Wen Ying had just been speaking to.
"Old man, you seem like a decent enough fellow, so I’ll tell you the truth. There are a lot of people watching you right now."
At this, the old man’s hands finally paused, and he stared at Wen Ying with suspicion.
He didn’t even need to look around to know there was nothing there.
’A lot of people... Where are the humans?’
"Little girl, you’re not planning something wicked, are you?"
Wen Ying shook her head, only to see the old man break into that sleazy grin again. "You have to include me! I hate this place more than anything! Just the thought of making ’them’ miserable makes this old man ecstatic! HAHAHAHA!"
Wen Ying was a little surprised to hear this. "Who are ’they’? And what’s the real story with this mental asylum?"
"The people here, of course. As for the rest, this old man can’t tell you."
