Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

"Wow!" The fat man, relying on the talisman, didn't care about his image at all. If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, he would have whistled.

This time, Yan'er didn't say anything to him, because she also liked watching pretty young ladies.

As for Xie Yong, who was standing at the front, he had already recognized the person and had no time to pay attention to Old Fatty and the others.

Taking advantage of the fact that she was wearing a mask and no one could see her, Yin Yin blatantly made eye contact with Xie Yong.

Yinyin held onto the handrail, one step, two steps...

As they reached the last few steps, Xie Yong stepped forward first, bowed, and extended his hand, saying, "Hello, Your Excellency."

Yinyin glanced at him and gently placed her hand on his.

"Wow!" Old Fatty was stunned, and nudged Yan'er next to him, "Is your CP (couple) alright?"

Yan'er's expression immediately fell, and she even frowned slightly: "What does Xie Yong want to do?"

As for the head guard and head maid standing to the side...

If looks could kill, Xie Yong would probably have been subjected to slow slicing several times over.

Yinyin sat down in the main seat, and Xie Yong immediately took the seat closest to her.

The head maid, with a stern face, lectured Xie Yong and the others for a long time, telling them to be grateful, before finally having the food brought to the table.

Originally, Fatty and his companions hadn't had high expectations for the food in this castle. The castle itself gave them a very Western impression, too much like certain periods in English history. And in Fatty's mind, the food from those periods, if we're talking about deliciousness, absolutely couldn't compare to what they had in their own country.

However, once the dishes are served and the insulated food covers are opened...

Alright, alright, except for a few items, the Western-style tableware is full of food that suits my taste.

After Yinyin took her first bite, Lao Pang and the others didn't dare to touch it, but Xie Yong picked up his utensils and started eating first.

Seeing this, Old Fatty chose to trust his boss. The moment he tasted the food, Old Fatty felt an extraordinary enjoyment, praising it as he ate. But after a few words of praise, he suddenly realized…

“Something’s not right,” the fat man activated the talisman. “I feel like I’m full of energy after eating this dish, just like I ate some super-powerful spinach.”

Yan'er's lips twitched: "If only you had checked it before eating it."

Only after Yan'er reminded him did Old Fatty remember this.

"A grand gesture, truly a grand gesture," the fat man's jaw nearly dropped. "This one replenishes blood, that one replenishes mana, and that one over there can actually raise the upper limit!"

"So this dungeon is a test, right? If you can't resist the temptation, you won't be able to pass the dungeon, and you'll also waste a pop-up attempt."

"But if I can resist the temptation," the fat man quickly stuffed a mouthful of food into his mouth, "this meal will be my blessing!"

Yan'er looked at the fat old man who wanted to attack with both hands without regard for his image, closed her eyes, and chose to hypnotize herself into not recognizing him.

However, the two people sitting opposite her were just like the fat man, only focused on eating.

Unlike them, Xie Yong, while eating, also had the leisure to slowly cut steak and enjoy the mellow taste of the accompanying wine with Yin Yin, who was sitting in the main seat.

After the meal was finished, the head guard, whose face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, immediately "invited" the five people out.

That's right, they directly invited him with the entire guard team.

Watching the suspension bridge behind him being pulled back by the huge chains, the fat man smacked his lips: "A good night's sleep leads to a good meal and even increases your health and mana. Let's have more of this in the future!"

"It was just good luck this time."

"This copy is different from the others."

The other two players who survived to the end started talking in unison, attracting the attention of Xie Yong and his two companions.

"My name is 111/12, and we are from Baixiaotang," the two said at the same time, their voices overlapping, sounding like twins at first glance.

"Bai Xiaotang?" This time it was Xie Yong who spoke.

He looked at the two of them with a strange expression: "No wonder you were able to hold out until the end."

Bai Shiyi laughed: "That's right, after all, our Bai Xiaotang mainly focuses on gathering information, and other things... are not things we should get involved in."

Bai Shier nodded in agreement: "That's right, that's right. Everything in this world will disappear, but there will always be people who want to know the news, so it's more precious than anything else!"

A glint flashed in Old Fatty's eyes: "Wow, so it's the brothers from Baixiaotang. You said this time is different. Have you been here before? What's going on? Tell me quickly, I, Old Fatty, am very curious."

Bai Shiyi glanced at the castle behind him: "I think if we stay here any longer, another blizzard is likely to come. Should we go somewhere else?"

Bai Shier held up three fingers and rubbed them together in front of him: "Of course, exchanging information with Bai Xiaotang requires some kind of exchange, right?"

“No,” Xie Yong said decisively. “We’ve already cleared this instance, and it’s unlikely we’ll ever have to come back again. There’s no need for it.”

The two people from Baixiaotang frowned, snorted, and decided not to argue with them, choosing to leave on the spot.

Xie Yong, however, led Old Fatty and Yan'er a little further away before explaining, "Since they also said they were lucky, it means that in their previous reports, the possibility of entering the main castle was also very low, or even that no one had ever entered before."

"This deal is bound to lose money."

Old Fatty also realized, "Oh right, I almost forgot. In Bai Xiaotang's business, only they make a profit. Whether others lose money or not is really uncertain. Shady merchants!"

The three walked further and further away, exchanged information, and disappeared from the instance.

By this time, Yinyin was also planning to leave work.

Before she could speak, the head maid and the head guard bowed to her and withdrew.

Yinyin felt a strong gust of wind behind her.

Another blizzard has arrived.

Perhaps because it was daytime, Yin Yin could see very clearly.

In the eye of the storm, there was a person wearing a black cloak, so covered that not an inch of skin was exposed.

But it looks kind of familiar?

"who is it?"