Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

Chapter 170: Chapter 162: Where Did the Second Floor Go? I’m Going to Leave a Bad Review for Three Kingdoms Kill

"In any case, you all just focus on exploring the haunted house. I’m not getting involved with what happens next for now."

Su Ling’er stared blankly at her Eldest Brother.

Huh?

’Not... not getting involved?’

’You’re just going to leave us like that?!’

The next second, under her horrified gaze, her Eldest Brother, Lin Qingfeng, actually walked straight to the other side of the main hall and sat down on the floor with the senior brother named "Ji."

The two of them produced a pile of talisman cards from who-knows-where, painted with strange patterns of generals and strategists, and began to play as if no one else was there.

What made her scalp tingle even more was that before sitting down, Lin Qingfeng glanced back at her with a faint smile and said:

"I’ll be watching you the whole time. Perform well, and don’t even think about slacking off."

"There really are ghosts here. Be careful."

His words were like a curse, instantly stirring up a storm in her heart.

’He... does he know what I’m thinking?!’

’Can he hear my thoughts?!’

A chill ran through Su Ling’er. She stood frozen to the spot, only able to watch as the two of them had the time of their lives, muttering phrases as they played:

"Attack!"

"Dodge!"

"Savage Assault!"

"Arrow Volley!"

And as they shouted, faint images of light burst forth from the faces of the cards!

When "Savage Assault" was played, Su Ling’er thought she could see countless ferocious, illusory barbarians charging and roaring on the card’s surface.

When "Arrow Volley" was played, thousands of illusory light-arrows shot out, radiating a dense, murderous aura!

’Wait... you’re really not going to get involved?!’

’You’re taking this hands-off approach way too seriously!’

’You just dump our group of Qi Refining Stage disciples, plus me, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a bunch of ordinary people in this hellhole, while the two of you play with talismans right next to us?!’

’And since when can you play with talismans like this?’

’Who developed these kinds of talismans?!’

’I’m going to leave a bad review!’

Su Ling’er was about to check the situation outside the window, but as soon as she turned her head—

A pale, swollen face of a child ghost was pressed against the wooden window, its solid black eyes, devoid of whites, staring straight at her!

"Ah!"

Su Ling’er was so frightened she almost cried out, her hand instinctively slapping forward.

The ghost child didn’t even have time to let out a scream before it instantly dissolved and dispersed.

Su Ling’er: "???"

This surprised Su Ling’er herself.

’That... that’s it?’

’No way, you’re that weak?’

’You can’t even withstand a subconscious slap from me, and you have the nerve to call yourself a ghost?’

’Who gave you the courage to pop out and scare people?!’

’Could it be...’

An absurd thought rose in her mind:

’Could it be that the ghosts in this haunted house are actually... very weak?’

The moment that thought appeared, a relaxed voice sounded directly in her mind. It was her Eldest Brother:

"Friendly reminder, that little ghost just now was only an appetizer."

Su Ling’er shuddered and whipped her head around to look at the corner of the hall!

She saw that Lin Qingfeng hadn’t even looked up, still focused on the card game in his hands.

But Su Ling’er knew it was him!

’It was definitely him!’

’Has he been monitoring my every move!’

’This must be another one of Eldest Brother’s traps!’

’How terrifying!!!’

Still, Su Ling’er obediently heeded her Eldest Brother’s words and collected the paper money left behind by the slain ghost.

The scholar closest to her had also seen the terrifying scene outside the window and was so scared he collapsed onto the floor, his face drained of all color.

’There really are ghosts here!!!’

’And this person really is an Immortal!!!’

’And this female Immortal seems to be a rank lower than that male Immortal in the dark robes!’

’Does that mean...’

Meanwhile, the undercover junior brothers and the group of ordinary people on the other side of the hall hadn’t seen the view outside the window due to their angle and were still quietly discussing their current situation.

Su Ling’er suppressed her wildly beating heart and immediately told everyone the information she had just received from her Eldest Brother, as well as what she had glimpsed outside the window.

On the other side, the ordinary people saw that the two suspected "kidnapper-charlatans" had really washed their hands of the situation and started playing by themselves, and couldn’t help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Although they had seen Lin Qingfeng’s strange Daoist magic earlier, they had no idea what he meant by "information being implanted in their brains."

Some of the braver ones felt that since no one was in charge, they might as well take the opportunity to split up and search for a way out.

The rest, however, didn’t dare to act rashly.

Just then, the scholar who had been scared half to death earlier rolled his eyes thoughtfully.

He looked at the two "Immortals" playing cards, then scrambled over to them and stammered:

"Im... Immortals! This game you’re playing... it looks so interesting! Can... can you teach me, too?"

Lin Qingfeng looked at the fawning scholar.

’He’s not a sect NPC anyway, so it wouldn’t hurt to let him play a round.’

So he nodded and actually began to teach the scholar how to play Talisman Three Kingdoms Kill.

To Su Ling’er, this scene was no different from a mortal, desperate to survive, willingly offering his loyalty and soul to a demon lord.

Her heart stirred, and an irrepressible thought surfaced:

’Maybe... staying by Eldest Brother’s side is the safest option?’

However, just as she took a step, that seemingly omnipresent voice echoed in her mind again:

"Don’t even think about slacking off."

That one light-hearted sentence instantly shattered all of Su Ling’er’s wishful thinking.

She discovered in horror that the figures of Lin Qingfeng, Senior Brother "Ji," and the scholar in the corner of the hall had suddenly turned transparent. Then... they were enveloped by a faint barrier of light, sealing them off.

’Where did they go?!’

’They really just left?!’

’You dump a group of us Qi Refining Stage disciples and me, who just reached Foundation Establishment, in this godforsaken place, and then you actually run away?!’

Su Ling’er’s heart sank into the abyss.

As she was screaming internally, the group of bold mortals had already begun to move.

"CREEE—AAAK—"

A burly man used all his strength to push the main doors of the hall, but the wooden doors didn’t budge an inch. Not a sliver of light penetrated the cracks.

"It won’t open! It’s like it’s been welded shut from the outside!"

Su Ling’er suddenly realized that of the ordinary people originally gathered around them, three had vanished at some point.

She immediately looked toward a dark corridor to the side, its end a pitch-blackness that seemed to swallow light.

’Did they go in there?’

Just as she was about to call out a warning, a strange "CREAK... CREAK..." sound came from above everyone’s heads, plunging the hall into a dead silence.

The sound was like someone in ill-fitting shoes, slowly pacing across the floor of the second story.

But the hall of this mansion was high-ceilinged; there was no second floor!

The entire hall fell into a dead silence...

...save for the clanging sound of Li Chunfeng repeatedly drawing his sword.

"SHING—! CLANG—!"

"CREAK... CREAK..."

"SHING—! CLANG—!"

"CREAK... CREAK..."