Free Web NovelChapter 67: Chapter 67: You Really Aren’t Acting at All!
Jiang Che walked down the creaky old wooden stairs, trying to find where the basement was, but he couldn’t locate it.
He only knew that there was no one at home. The family who had just gathered yesterday had all vanished today.
The empty rooms—after finally finding his family, Jiang Che was once again living alone.
Compared to the loneliness he felt before, Jiang Che now felt a strange sense of peace.
He was very clear that everyone had their own things to do.
It wasn’t his job to spend 24 hours a day with his family either.
Just like now, his family even found him an uncle to introduce him to a job.
The small building was large. Just the first floor alone had several rooms; maybe it was because it had been cleaned up, the audience didn’t even recognize it as the house the Blood Slaughter Couple used to live in.
The place used to be splattered with blood, thick and foul, the air itself stained by it.
But now, there were still old grimy stains on the floorboards, but they weren’t as filthy as before.
To humans, the dungeon was always an unfamiliar environment.
It’s like chasing a stranger—turn a corner, throw on a new coat, and the pursuer loses the trail.
Now with all the stains gone, the audience didn’t even realize at first that this was Blood Slaughter’s old lair.
Jiang Che was moving around noisily—the creak of his footsteps on the wood was amplified in the silent house.
The audience’s hearts leapt into their throats, but when they saw no one was home, they let out a sigh of relief.
[Thinking about those guys running themselves ragged like dogs, meanwhile he slept in, waltzed out an unlocked door, this whole thing feels surreal.]
[No kidding. Watch him step outside, and by some random twist, the dungeon’s exit spits him out first.]
[The idea that hours of scheming can’t beat a lunatic’s luck actually makes me laugh, tbh.]
[You really think the exit is gonna just pop up for him again?]
...
As soon as they said that, the entire livestream chat went dead silent—because nobody could deny it. It actually had happened before: the dungeon exit literally opened right in front of his face.
Except last time, Jiang Che just ignored it.
[Seriously, stop, guys, that shit really did happen!]
Jiang Che didn’t leave. He just wandered around inside the house.
Basements are usually on the first floor, right? He went and opened every room, only to find some still reeking of blood, with torn up animal corpses scattered around.
Jiang Che didn’t care—the stuff he saw when he first got home was way bloodier than this.
Seeing Jiang Che open door after door, the live chat lost all words. In their eyes, after finally escaping the cell, with the house empty of evil spirits, instead of running for it, the dude just kept poking around the old killers’ nest.
In the basement, Xiong Jie woke up too.
He slept deeply, but only because he felt safe; subconsciously, he still knew exactly where he was.
Some voice in his mind had already issued a command.
He knew that this command came from the Master.
The command was simple—someone would lead him out of the basement soon, and Xiong Jie would have to put on a show with Jiang Che for the camera.
When Xiong Jie saw the words "put on a show," the terror in his chest faded, though he kept trembling in the corner, face buried in his knees, constantly shivering like he was still scared.
The stream watched him cower and shake, and for a moment, no one knew what to say.
One guy’s free-wheeling it in and out of an unlocked cell, the other’s curled up in a dark basement, scared shitless.
The contrast was... honestly, too much.
[Honestly, Jiang Che has got some next-level luck—since entering this dungeon, he hasn’t really suffered at all.]
[How do you mean? Did you forget the meat paste he choked down at the start? Could you eat that?]
[He just acts so chill about everything. If I got caught like him, man, I’d already have given up on life.]
[Right, just because he acts unbothered doesn’t mean he’s had it easy.]
[Can’t believe with three days almost over, he still has a shot at getting out...]
...
Everyone watched Jiang Che dart around the house. The exit door was right next to him, but he kept opening and closing random doors.
From the audience’s POV, it was like he was searching for an exit—he’d open one, see it wasn’t what he wanted, and close it again, disappointed.
Xiong Jie kept his head buried in his knees in the corner. The Master told him: soon this Jiang Che would come looking for him.
That nutcase!
Of course, he’d never say that in front of the Master—especially since the Master had asked around about Jiang Che a lot.
All he could do was nod and agree; he knew that no matter who or what Jiang Che was, his status with the Master was way higher than Xiong Jie’s own.
He was wondering how long it would take Jiang Che to get there when he suddenly heard the iron door at the basement entrance open.
The rusted heavy door was a pain to open—there was no lock, but it took a lot of strength to force it, so it only opened a narrow crack.
Light from outside sliced into the gloom, highlighting swirls of drifting red dust in the air.
Jiang Che pushed the door open just enough for one person to slip through, then squeezed inside sideways.
There were several doors on the first floor. No matter how you looked at it, the basement entry didn’t look like an exit.
Xiong Jie flinched when he heard the opening, lifting his head slightly from behind his arm, peering out through a crack.
Pale light trailed down the stairs, footsteps echoing along the tunnel.
On both sides, the audience’s hearts tensed up all at once.
[Seriously, how the hell did he think this was the exit?!]
[He has no clue what’s even down there!]
——
[Some evil spirit’s about to head to the basement. That fat dude is sooo dead.]
[Still, compared to the others out there running for their lives, at least he got a good night’s sleep.]
...
Both camera feeds pointed at the same passageway, but no one connected the two tunnels as the same place.
No one thought they were being held in the same spot.
But soon enough, Jiang Che was heading down.
In the dim light by Xiong Jie, a figure slowly took shape.
Xiong Jie saw a young man stepping out of the light, eyes wide, straining to see who this "Jiang Che" really was.
On stream, Xiong Jie appeared on Jiang Che’s feed.
And now Xiong Jie saw Jiang Che’s face clearly too.
He scrambled to his feet, looking at the doorway. Light made Jiang Che look almost radiant.
Xiong Jie had imagined Jiang Che would sneak into the basement and rescue him or something—since the Master wanted him to put on a performance like he was desperate to survive.
He hadn’t expected Jiang Che to just walk in, bold as brass.
Yeah sure, maybe your status is higher with the Master, but dude, you’re not even going to fake it a little?!
For a split second, every single viewer in the stream just shot upright—holy shit?!
