Don't pretend, everyone knows you're the villain!

Xi Mingzhu felt no obligation to explain to the other party, so he turned around and said coldly, "They are all me."

Go back to room 303 and use your room key to open the door.

Strangely, no additional handprints were found.

Shouldn't.

The clock in the room kept ticking steadily, but the third visitor left no trace.

Because they were not present, they didn't even know how they got in.

Lu Tiannan stretched his neck and said casually, "Brother, there's going to be some excitement tonight."

Xi Mingzhu roughly checked the room and found nothing that differed from his memory.

Lu Tiannan casually lay on the bed, took out his phone, and after entering the instance, he couldn't access similar forums.

You can use the contact information of players who are on the same wavelength as you.

"Brother, the group chat we created earlier is now only for the two of us. Let's add each other individually and leave the group."

Dead players have no value in being remembered.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, even they can be each other's...

It may be swallowed up someday in the future and completely integrated with the instance.

Xi Mingzhu took out his phone and handed it to Lu Tiannan, "How do I add him?"

Lu Tiannan was slightly taken aback and slowly sat up.

Is this considered an admission that he is not Shen Yi?

Recalling the question the other person asked him, "You're not pretending anymore?", he really wants to ask that question now, but he'd probably get no response.

This person is too cold.

After adding each other as friends, Lu Tiannan left the group chat. He even left a nickname for himself on Shen Yi's phone—"My brother's little follower."

When he handed the phone back to Shen Yi, he deliberately observed her reaction.

Sure enough, Xi Mingzhu noticed the six-word note.

He frowned slightly, but it only lasted a few seconds before returning to normal, without saying a word.

Lu Tiannan leaned lazily against the headboard with a smile. "Brother, there's a high chance of bloodshed tonight. Are you scared?"

His thin lips parted slightly, and a cold voice escaped from them.

"You seem to really want me to be scared."

Lu Tiannan stared blankly at Shen Yi, unable to suppress a laugh.

"When my brother first met me, I was so scared... It's not unreasonable for me to want to see how scared my brother is, is it?"

Xi Mingzhu remained silent. Lu Tiannan's fear was too much of an act; there was absolutely no genuine panic from him.

The other party's skillful acting and ambiguous self-assessment make them a difficult person to deal with.

Sidekick? Don't get too caught up in the role.

Around six o'clock, food appeared on the table.

It was still the same dry bread and tasteless mineral water.

After the two shared the food, Lu Tiannan sat by the window and looked out at the glass.

It seemed to be waiting for the dark shadow to appear from the window in the afternoon.

Xi Mingzhu sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on the doorway out of the corner of his eye.

0561 wasn't idle either, and gave a general overview of all the tips and tricks for clearing the game and the types of dungeons.

Although this was his first time entering a level 2 dungeon for practical experience, Xi Mingzhu's theoretical knowledge and experience in dungeons were definitely among the best.

Xi Mingzhu suddenly asked 0561, "What is Lu Tiannan's talent?"

0561 gave a long, drawn-out "Host, Lu Tiannan is a villain, and his talent leans towards practical combat. The talent the small world originally gave him was malignant berserk mode."

Xi Mingzhu was puzzled. "Huh?"

0561 explained dryly: "It means that after using the talent, you become immune to pain, your attributes are amplified, and your combat power skyrockets for a short period of time. It's a talent that kills a thousand enemies but also hurts eight hundred of your own. If the opponent is weak, it's fine, but if the opponent is too strong, it will directly deplete your own life force."

Xi Mingzhu paused, "Did he use his innate ability to kill on the seventh floor?"

0561 pondered for a moment before replying, "Pretty much. If he hadn't tricked the protagonist, he definitely wouldn't have ended up fighting the big boss alone and helpless. In the end, he brought it on himself."

It was a deserved sacrifice.

Xi Mingzhu sat there with his eyes lowered, not moving for a long time.

Lu Tiannan found it interesting to look at the fake Shen Yi in the reflection of the glass.

A little while later, around eight o'clock, she turned to Shen Yi and said, "Brother, get some rest early?"

Xi Mingzhu turned around and met Lu Tiannan's gaze, whose eyes were sparkling.

Very strange.

"You do not sleep?"

Lu Tiannan rubbed his chin in distress.

"I can't sleep! I'm being targeted by something bad. I won't be able to sleep peacefully until I get rid of it."

In Lu Tiannan's understanding—

You can be a knife hanging over someone else's head, an unsafe time bomb.

But he must never let others hang on his neck and be at their mercy.

Rather than falling asleep feeling insecure, it's better to spend the entire night on guard against an impending killing.

Xi Mingzhu's gaze was casual. "Very worried?"

Logically speaking, since Lu Tiannan loves to court death and seek thrills, there's no reason for him to be afraid of death.

Lu Tiannan understood the meaning behind those three words of doubt.

He tilted his head and pondered.

"Brother, are you saying I'm afraid I'll die in the dungeon?"

"?" Xi Mingzhu's doubts deepened. Could it be that...?

Lu Tiannan scoffed.

“Brother, why would you think of me like that? I don’t care about life and death, and I’m not afraid of it. I just want to die in a way that reflects my own worth.”

Lu Tiannan didn't finish the words that were stuck in his throat.

I'm not afraid of dying, but... I'm afraid of dying too ordinarily.

That would be too pitiful, wouldn't it?

Lu Tiannan saw Shen Yi staring at him silently, her eyes filled with a complex indifference.

"Brother, we're only on the second floor now. I have a long way to go."

Xi Mingzhu understood that in the original trajectory, the other party's destination was the seventh floor.

The road to the seventh floor is indeed still long.

Lu Tiannan chuckled to himself, "Besides, would I be tied up if I slept in the same bed with my brother? I'd rather wait to get down to business."

If the other party hadn't reminded him, Xi Mingzhu probably forgot to tie Lu Tiannan up again.

"Call me if you're sleepy."

Lu Tiannan pressed his advantage, "Brother, you care about me so much?"

"..."

Unable to get a response, Lu Tiannan simply continued to look out the glass, but without focusing on it.

Xi Mingzhu lay down on the bed, but didn't take off her shoes.

I lay on my side with my head on the pillow, closed my eyes, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Could it be that the environment is affecting your sleep?

Or perhaps I slept too deeply the past two days and accumulated enough sleep?

Or perhaps, it's the lack of that comforting and reassuring scent.

With his eyes closed and feigning sleep, Xi Mingzhu's mind was in turmoil as he tried to think of the reason, but he couldn't figure it out.

The hands of the clock moved one tick at a time.

Finally, at 9:30, there was another knock on the door.

dong dong dong...

coming!

Xi Mingzhu's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open his eyes.

Lu Tiannan squinted at the door but didn't move.

dong dong dong...

the second time.

After the third thumping stopped, red liquid began to seep from the crack in the door.

Lu Tiannan rushed towards the door, where a pungent, fishy stench assaulted his nostrils.

I don't know what's causing the bleeding.

He quickly pulled out a sealed plastic bag containing powder and sprinkled it on the blood. The blood on the ground gurgled as if it were being boiled.

The rate at which blood flowed in remained unchanged, and it continued to seep into the cracks of the door.

Lu Tiannan stepped back and looked at the pool of blood gathering by the door, which slowly solidified and took shape.

It turned out to be... a woman.