Free Web NovelChapter 27: Chapter 27: The Most Dangerous, and the Most Deadly!
"Sorry, I didn’t mean anything else, I just think Tuantuan is too cute and wanted to ask her to be my goddaughter." Wang Bing hurried to explain, but it wasn’t Jiang Che’s cold face that made him explain—instead, it was that devilish little smile on Tuantuan’s face.
In his eyes, Jiang Che was just a fart!
What he cared about was never Jiang Che!
He seemed to be telling Jiang Che how cute Tuantuan was, but in reality, those words were meant for Tuantuan to hear.
He kept sneaking glances at Tuantuan, wanting to see how this evil spirit would react to being praised.
"Hmph, she’s my daughter, of course she’s cute." Jiang Che heard someone compliment Tuantuan and, secretly pleased, let go of the anger he’d felt moments ago at Wang Bing’s earlier offense.
So it was just because Tuantuan was adorable.
"Exactly! Tuantuan really is so cute. When I saw her for the first time, I also wanted to make her my goddaughter!" Ya quickly chimed in from the side.
Tuantuan held Jiang Che’s hand, her face calm, not showing any emotion as she looked toward Wang Bing and Ya.
Evil spirits like them could sense every emotional change. She could tell that when Wang Bing called her cute, his heart was full of terror, and his eyes never left her hands, terrified she might grab his heart again any second.
The taste of fear had already seeped into Wang Bing, saturating him with a delicious aroma that couldn’t be masked.
Given that, and you still call me cute?
But when she heard Jiang Che echo others’ praise of her, that was different.
Tuantuan could feel his sincerity all the way through.
As for Ya?
This woman was constantly plotting something. If she didn’t still need her to find Mom, just for what they’d tried to do to Jiang Che just now, she’d have killed them both already.
"Okay, then let’s go together. We’ll go look for Mom as a team." As Tuantuan spoke of Mom, for the first time there rose unease inside her.
She was afraid the Mom Jiang Che mentioned wouldn’t accept her once she knew Tuantuan was an evil spirit. She also couldn’t bring herself to call someone ’Mom’ who would always be afraid of her presence.
But she liked Jiang Che, and was willing to accept what came with him by association.
And those ’Mom’ and ’Dad’ Jiang Che talked about—her own grandparents—would she scare them out of their minds, being who she was?
She’d try hard to be a good baby.
Hearing Tuantuan obediently nod and agree, both Ya and Wang Bing let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The viewers watching the stream were shocked:
[So this actually works! Turns out evil spirits really do like playing house!]
[Guys, I think I finally know how to survive in a dungeon.]
[I’m useless in most ways, but I excel at caring for the elderly and spoiling kids!]
[Can’t imagine how many evil spirits I’ll talk into being my henchmen with my smooth talk!]
[Bro, this could be a huge step forward for humanity! Think about it— if you can trick evil spirits into giving you powers by playing house, humanity might just take over!]
[Can’t wait to get into a dungeon again. Next time, I’m definitely giving it a try!]
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The viewers were all yelling about wanting to try this out in the dungeons themselves, and even those who usually avoided entering dungeons were getting excited and restless.
Lying and tricking—that’s way easier than surviving by other means.
Meanwhile, another group was also watching the livestream while holding a video conference.
"So, what do you all think of the situation in Dungeon No. 9 today?" A woman in a long red dress painted her nails, her pitch-black hair sweeping the floor. "Is playing ’house’ with evil spirits really going to work?"
Unlike normal people, when the average person saw this news, they only thought about trying it for themselves.
But not these people. The ones holding this video meeting were all dungeon survivors, some had even killed evil spirits and stolen their skills.
Their physical abilities were something ordinary people simply couldn’t compare to.
"I think it’s bullshit, just a joke." One person sneered. "Evil spirits and humans can never coexist—anyone who believes in this ’playing house’ method is an idiot."
"If regular folks want to send themselves to death, let them. Even if the spirits do hand them some skill as a joke, who knows what’s in it? It might just be a tracker—escape the dungeon, and when the hunting grounds descend into real life, you’re just as dead." The participants kept mocking and laughing during the call.
"Killing is the only justice! Only powers won by killing an evil spirit with your own hands will ever truly belong to you. Only then will there be no traps or conspiracy!"
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They didn’t buy into this method at all—but they didn’t bother warning ordinary people about possible traps, either.
Whether normal folks got stronger or weaker had no impact on them whatsoever.
And as for those idiots willing to die for this—well, the world was dangerous enough these days, and if someone doesn’t have the brains to survive, dying is the best they can do.
Outside, people were still cheering, some eager to try, others weighing the pros and cons.
Wang Bing and Ya, however, just trailed after Jiang Che and Tuantuan in small, careful steps, not daring to speak a word.
"Do you know where my mom is?" Tuantuan looked at Ya, trying hard to look harmless and innocent.
Ya nodded frantically. At this point, could she dare say she didn’t know?
A glint of malice flashed in her eyes. At this moment, all she could do was stick to her plan: find another evil spirit, send Jiang Che to get himself killed, best if this little devil Tuantuan dies too, and maybe she can slip out alive in all the chaos,
or maybe—
She took a deep breath, her heart still nurturing one last arrogant idea.
That was: when the evil spirits are all but dead, swoop in for a sneak attack, land the final blow, and snatch one of their powers.
Tuantuan could sense Ya’s shifting emotions, the light in her eyes grew colder and colder.
She couldn’t directly read thoughts, but she could feel Ya’s emotions growing ever more complicated—a mix of doubt, certainty, resolve, and a hint of ruthlessness.
She unconsciously tightened her grip on Jiang Che’s hand. This was why she hated humans.
Humans were too damn complicated.
Good thing her dad wasn’t like them.
They walked out into the foggy night, the full moon overhead inching its way toward the horizon.
Just one sleepless night, but with everyone’s nerves stretched so tight, nobody felt the least bit tired.
Ya, hiding behind Tuantuan, would climb up high now and then to scout out directions.
Tuantuan glanced in the direction Ya pointed out.
She was more familiar with the layout of this dungeon than anyone.
Ya was leading them directly toward the exit,
which also happened to be—
the direction that person was in.
Tuantuan frowned, but said nothing. Jiang Che was human; he couldn’t stay in a dungeon for long. She liked him, so she couldn’t let him die here. When time was up, she’d definitely find a way to send him out.
So if Ya was taking them that way, she understood. After all, every human wanted a way out.
Mom should be heading in that direction too.
But this time, Tuantuan was wrong.
This was Dungeon No. 9, and humans didn’t know where the exit was.
The only reason Ya was leading them that way was because she believed it was the most dangerous place—utterly fatal!
