Free Web NovelChapter 133: Chapter 133: Ugh... Bleh...
The people walking out of the turnstile all suddenly had a new wristband of different colors on their wrists, without knowing when it appeared.
Everyone noticed this, but right now it was hard to spare a thought for what the wristbands meant; they just stared as more and more people streamed endlessly in through the turnstile.
It seemed as if everyone was drawn in by the Rule Dungeon.
Everyone wanted to take advantage of this chance to soar to the top.
No one feared death; they were only afraid of dying for nothing—dying in pointless infighting within a small dungeon, or dying with no real hope of escape.
People had watched a lot of Rule Dungeons before, and there were even dedicated teams who analyzed them.
Everyone agreed that, compared to evil spirits that killed as they pleased, rules seemed like the only foundation for human survival.
The constraints of rules limit both humans and spirits alike.
If there were rules that could bind the spirits, humanity’s chance of survival would rise dramatically.
But right now, they realized this was all one big, colossal scam.
Just hearing the name "Six-Star Pond" was enough to draw humans in like moths to a flame, never pausing to suspect anything might be wrong.
"Keep going. Even if it’s chaotic, as long as it’s a dungeon, there’s still a chance to survive." Flying Tiger’s face was frosty as she examined the wristband on her arm, pondering its meaning.
She didn’t believe this wristband appeared for no reason.
"Heh, so you Flying Tigers just blindly opened the entrance and tricked this many people into coming?" Someone already had a gun pressed to Flying Tiger’s head.
Flying Tiger heard this and almost laughed.
"First of all, the entrance was opened by several factions working together."
"Secondly, whether you live or die makes no difference." She rolled her eyes, fearless against the gun aimed at her.
If the master of this dungeon wanted them dead, they could do it directly—there was no need to bring them all here, nor any need to let them linger alive.
There had to be another reason!
She frowned in thought. Without realizing, her fingers scratched her head, messing up her previously impeccable hairstyle.
Why do all this?
Jiang Che asked the very same question.
Hua didn’t even look back. "Well, what do you think?"
"If they just wanted bodies and blood to open a bigger passage between the worlds, why not just kill us right away?" Jiang Che couldn’t understand why there had to be so much prelude.
"That..." Hua’s smile was full of mockery. "That’s just a standard show segment, that’s all."
"If it’s only one or two people, there isn’t much fear to harvest—not even fun to eat."
"But if it’s a whole batch, it’s a hell of a feast." Hua sounded completely indifferent; she didn’t care at all about the humans entering the dungeon.
Because every one of these humans wanted to kill the spirits.
Every time she got close to a human, she could taste the endless killing intent hidden beneath their fear.
"But that little girl you like is in this dungeon, too." Hua said, inching over to Jiang Che and poking his arm with a thorny vine.
With a casual wave, a huge phantom screen appeared in the air.
"Look, it’s always been the humans livestreaming us. This time, we get to watch a livestream of the humans."
"So, is this show exciting enough for you?"
The outside world had no way to broadcast what was happening in there, but she could see all of it, clear as day.
Zhou Ang looked at the screen, and instantly understood what Hua meant by "show segment."
A party for a pack of evil spirits!
She looked playfully at Jiang Che, pointing at Flying Tiger, who currently had a gun to her head on the screen.
"Want to save her?"
Jiang Che looked at Flying Tiger standing among the group, not feeling much of anything inside.
Flying Tiger had tried to recruit him into the Flying Tiger Organization, really did make things easier for him, and even arranged for Zhou Ang’s mother to be safe.
Apart from always joking about wanting him as a live-in son-in-law, she was actually pretty alright most of the time.
"Yeah, I want to." Jiang Che didn’t hide his true thoughts.
"Boring." Hua rolled her eyes.
She had wanted to test Jiang Che, to see if he’d feel compassion, or if he’d try to save Flying Tiger while pretending he didn’t care.
After all, just now, when the group was trapped in the Land of Chaos, she watched someone pull a gun on Flying Tiger, and others gripping knives defensively, yet still sensed waves of desire stirring under the surface.
Really, humans are strange creatures.
Under extreme fear, every possible desire just gets sharper and louder.
Even when tangled in inescapable terror,
like now—those brandishing knives and guns at Flying Tiger, their minds still drift to other thoughts.
Even though Ding Ning approves of Jiang Che, she hadn’t spent much time with him.
She hadn’t expected Jiang Che to hide nothing—he was simply honest about wanting to save her.
With Ding Ning he acted differently, but toward Flying Tiger, he mostly just felt grateful.
Back when he just got out of the mental hospital, Uncle Xiong and Flying Tiger went out of their way to help him understand this world.
"Hmph." Hua started toward the edge of the Dark Forest, calling to Jiang Che as she looked back: "Come on!"
"Where to?" Jiang Che frowned in confusion.
"To save her, duh." Hua didn’t even turn her head. If Jiang Che had said no just now—if there was any hint of insincerity—she absolutely wouldn’t bother with this rescue mission.
Even if Ning had asked her to do it, Hua would’ve just pretended not to hear a thing.
"But didn’t you say you can’t wander freely in the Dark Forest without taking the coach?"
"That only applies to the weak ones who can’t fend for themselves!"
Hua stepped out of the dungeon’s edge and instantly transformed into a huge flower. Jiang Che and the others found themselves on a giant petal, shooting forward at breakneck speed toward where Flying Tiger and the others were.
"Hua, why don’t you ever take human form?" Jiang Che realized every time he saw Hua, she was always in her true form.
"Why should I be human?"
"Aren’t my petals pretty? Don’t my leaves look good? Or is there something wrong with my vines?" Hua snorted, spreading her leaves wide, as if on display.
"They’re pretty good, actually."
"Yeah, I think so too," Zhou Ang chimed in quietly.
"What did you say?" A vine snatched Zhou Ang up, hoisting him in midair as they rushed along; on everybody’s petal, only Zhou Ang was left dangling by his waist, swinging wildly.
"I said you look good!" Zhou Ang’s voice was far from weak.
"Say it again!" Hua’s voice sharpened, like a cat with its hackles raised.
"I said you look good!"
"What do humans know about taste? Humans aren’t allowed to say I look good!" Zhou Ang was spun around and around by the vine like a human ceiling fan.
"But you do look good!...Uh...ugh..." Zhou Ang’s mind was spinning, his stomach churning.
"Yeah, right, keep lying. You’re puking your guts out, and you still say I look good?!"
