Seeing this, Huang Shiliu wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from its head with its tiny paw and quietly let out a sigh of relief.
If this Tang Luoshan were to truly go wild, even if everyone present joined forces and fought desperately, they probably wouldn't even survive a single palm strike from him.
Moreover, because he was there, all the surrounding players only dared to communicate through quick glances.
Just now, besides Huang Shiliu, not a single person had dared to speak up.
They didn't even dare to make any sudden movements, terrified of being misunderstood.
Still, despite their fear, they didn't think this Blood-Clad would actually kill them.
After all, players weren't allowed to slaughter each other indiscriminately inside a dungeon.
Otherwise...
Tang Luoshan swept his gaze over them, finding that they were either avoiding his eyes or staring down at their toes.
Some even shrank behind others, using their companions' bodies as shields.
He withdrew his gaze with a cold sneer.
“Hmph! What a bunch of good-for-nothings!”
They didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.
With that, he walked forward and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Tang Luoshan had already experienced a dungeon once before, so he was somewhat familiar with the rules.
Back then, a female ghost had entered the same dungeon with him. The hem of her skirt was already stained with a touch of red, indicating she was a newly advanced Fierce Ghost.
He had watched as this Fierce Ghost went mad, continuously slaughtering other players and NPCs.
In the end, the players and NPCs she killed actually turned into specters and tore her to pieces alive without any resistance.
Once they finished her off, the specters strangely hovered in place, completely motionless.
Later, because several key NPCs had died, he had almost been trapped to death in the dungeon due to his inability to complete the main quest. Fortunately, he was clever enough.
He had ultimately completed the dungeon's main quest through a clever trick, narrowly managing to clear it.
Through that experience, he had realized a vital piece of information.
No matter how weak or useless the NPCs encountered in a dungeon were, one must absolutely never lay a hand on them.
First, because these people were key NPCs, the crucial clues and information needed to clear the dungeon were hidden inside their minds.
Second, killing them would cause specters to appear, hunting down the killer relentlessly until they were dead.
Tang Luoshan stepped up to the door.
He raised his hand and knocked.
Knock, knock, knock.
After a moment, only two or three of the people standing outside caught the faint sound of approaching footsteps from within.
With a creak, the gate swung open.
A lantern was the first thing that came into view.
Then, as the gate opened wider, a handsome, long-haired man dressed in casual clothes appeared before them.
The person who came to open the door was, naturally, Feng Xingyun.
As for Xuan Jiu...
According to the plot, Xuan Jiu had come along with the guest Xu Youyou and was a guest himself, so the one opening the door had to be Feng Xingyun.
He stood at the entrance, sweeping his gaze over the crowd.
Then, his gaze locked onto an empty space as if he had spotted something, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Everyone followed his line of sight.
Only to see three people leisurely arriving at the mountaintop, riding a paper crane.
Confronted by so many staring eyes, the trio was instantly startled.
What was going on?
Why was everyone looking at them?
The three of them fell into a bit of a panic, and one of them even tumbled off. Fortunately, they weren't very high up, though it still stung a bit.
In the next second, the paper crane turned back into a leaf.
As the leaf drifted down, it spontaneously combusted without any wind, burning into nothingness.
“Everyone.”
Hearing the voice, everyone's gaze shifted back to Feng Xingyun.
“May I ask what brings you all here in the middle of the night?”
Tang Luoshan had a smile on his face, looking elegant and free-spirited.
Of course, if he were still alive, he would certainly be a dashing prince.
Unfortunately, he was now a ghost.
This smile of his carried a hint of eerie, chilling dread.
“I've lost my way in the mountains. I wonder if I might lodge here for a few days until I can contact my family to pick me up?”
Feng Xingyun stared at him for a few moments.
In fact, from the very first glance, he knew that this man was not human, but a ghost.
The kind of ghost that was different from specters.
The old Daoist had mentioned before that a ghost whose entire body was blood-red—even the nails, lips, eyes, and hair—was a ghost at the peak Blood-Clad Rank.
It was said that after breaking through to the Ghost King Rank, everything would return to its original state.
A Blood-Clad ghost would instead revert to its original appearance, looking just as they did when they were alive.
But a ghost was still a ghost; only its appearance changed.
Feng Xingyun nodded slightly.
“Lodging is fine, but... are they with you as well?”
Tang Luoshan waved his hand.
“I came alone and am not familiar with them, so I wouldn't know.”
Although he said this, the group of players behind him couldn't actually choose not to ask for lodging.
In the end, someone plucked up the courage to step forward and exchange a few brief words with Feng Xingyun before they were all allowed to enter the old residence together.
Of course, the very moment they followed him through the gates of the old residence.
Everyone, including Tang Luoshan, felt a wave of biting cold.
This kind of cold was completely different from the yin qi released by the ghosts they were familiar with.
It was an incredibly pure, chilling ghostly aura.
Any experienced player would instantly know that there was a specter inside this old residence!
Feng Xingyun led them to the guest rooms.
“These two courtyards are filled with guest rooms.”
“However, there are only three rooms in each courtyard. Since the Young Master and the others only returned not long ago, and no one usually comes here, we only cleaned up one guest room as a formality.”
“So, dear guests, you will have to make do for now.”
He didn't mention coming back to clean tomorrow, which implied that if they wanted to stay, they had to clean up themselves.
The players didn't mind at all and nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Feng Xingyun didn't linger.
“In that case, please distribute the rooms among yourselves. I shall take my leave now.”
After he left, Tang Luoshan immediately claimed the only room that had been cleaned.
“I will take this room for myself. You can figure out the rest.”
“Just remember one thing: do not disturb this Prince!”
His blood-red figure drifted into the room, and with a wave of his sleeve, the door slammed shut with a bang.
Huang Shiliu, who had remained silent ever since Feng Xingyun opened the door, suddenly spoke up.
“Master Shiliu also wants a private room. You guys can divide the rest.”
Huang Shiliu didn't choose a room in this courtyard. Instead, it leaped onto the wall in a few swift bounds, crossed over to the other courtyard, and selected the room furthest from Tang Luoshan.
Upon entering, it casually blew a breath, and the entire room instantly became spotless.
Although it was still a bit simple and crude, it was only for three days, so it could easily bear with it.
The remaining eighteen players looked at each other, and several of them frantically rushed toward the other courtyard at the exact same time!
Ultimately, the remaining two rooms in the courtyard where Huang Shiliu resided were occupied by four people each.
As for the other ten players who looked somewhat bewildered, they had no choice but to remain in the courtyard where Tang Luoshan was staying.
And these ten players were likely the newbies assigned to this run.
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