“Chapter 61: Shut Your Mouth”

"Chapter 61: Shut Your Mouth"

"The man attacking Chen Shijin never imagined that, despite being on a different floor and not directly above, he could still be targeted by the bathing sweet girl from afar!"

"Not only did he underestimate the power and intelligence of women, but he also thought, positioned diagonally above the sweet girl who seemed to lack formidable attack capabilities, what could she possibly do even if she discovered his sneak attack?"

"After all, isn't it forbidden here to speak or scream?"

"He was utterly confident that even if she threw a grenade his way, he could deflect it, turning her plan against her."

"Who could have guessed!"

"How could this damn girl be so vicious!"

"Instead of throwing grenades, she throws screaming chickens!"

"Could screaming chickens be more terrifying than grenades?!"

……

"Yes, in this place, screaming chickens truly are more terrifying than anything else!"

"When those four screaming chickens started making noise in front of the ice-using exile who was adept at manipulating ice spikes and frost and had never changed his expression even under the harshest of curses, the ruthless villain finally couldn't help but change his color."

"He had a momentary urge to flee but quickly reassured himself: It's okay, it's okay, it's already nine o'clock, in the dead of night, as long as he doesn't make any noise, the staff couldn't possibly knock on his door to trouble him, right?"

"The exile, standing on his balcony comforting himself, suddenly felt the surroundings grow colder and more sinister, and uncontrollably turned around to face the manor's security guard dressed in black, almost nose to nose with him!"

"The ice exile's hair stood on end instantly."

"He almost let out a cry of alarm."

"But the sight of his companion who died at dinner forced him to tightly shut his mouth, not uttering a single word, yet he couldn't control his throat, and a sound leaked out even though he didn't open his mouth."

"He knew he was in trouble."

"Almost instantly, he felt a piercing pain in his heart, his health and energy both diminishing."

"The manor security guard, who had silently appeared behind him, slowly began to curl his lips into a smile at this moment."

"The ice exile saw him open his mouth, silently saying: 'You, made, a sound!'"

"The ice exile wanted to argue he hadn't spoken a word! He had merely made a slight sound!"

"But at this moment, he couldn't say anything, only to watch helplessly as the security guard suddenly reached out and punched him hard."

"With the pain and force enough to rupture internal organs, he uncontrollably fell off the balcony, seeing the guard silently mouth the words: 'Those who make noise, must be punished.' as he dropped."

"Now, enduring the pain, the ice exile looked at his health, which had dropped to a third, feeling both alarmed and somewhat relieved—"

"Despite the extreme danger and heavy damage he just experienced, he had at least survived this wave."

"The fact that the black-clad security didn't follow him down meant everything was probably okay now, as long as he could land safely,"

"Thinking this, the ice exile flipped mid-air, aiming to land on a selected open area on the first floor."

"However, the moment his feet touched the ground, an incredulous fear flashed in his eyes, and the next second, he fell into a deep pit—at least three meters deep."

"The shrill screams coming from the pit gave Sweet Girl Jin, who continued to soak in the neighboring hot spring, goosebumps in an instant."

"At this moment, everyone's attention shifted from Chen Shijin to the next door, even Chen Shijin himself pulled out an adjustable high-power telescope from his storage ring to look next door."

"Meanwhile, next door in the bath, Le Zijin slowly stood up from the hot spring, water droplets sliding down his perfectly bare body, emitting an excessively seductive aura amidst the misty steam."

Then, as if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head towards the next door direction, flashing an unabashedly seductive smile.

And when he smiled, his features gradually changed, returning for a few seconds to that flawless face of Le Fun.

Chen Jin, holding a telescope, shuddered violently, almost dropping it into the water.

This damn Joyful Jin, Joyful Jin, Joyful Jin!!!

He must have done it on purpose, on purpose, on purpose! Why isn't he using his own face now?!

No, no, no, even using his own face isn't okay! This guy is naked now! Naked! If he used his face, wouldn't that mean he's streaking?!

Chen Jin: ...

Chen Jin was completely not okay.

If the heavens had eyes, they should strike down this damnable Joyful Jin, who dared to streak using his face!

Sweet Sister Jin cursed in her mind countless times before taking a deep breath and picking up the telescope again to look towards the source of the scream.

Unfortunately, she saw nothing but a dark pit in Le Fun's neighboring yard.

Just as he was about to put away the telescope, he suddenly felt the view through the telescope change, as if it were infinitely extending and turning, precisely into that pitch-black pit.

Even considerately, someone turned on the light nearby, allowing him to see the scene inside the pit clearly—

At the bottom of the pit lay a man with eyes wide open in death, his body impaled directly by seven or eight spikes at the pit's bottom, but this was not the cause of his death.

Because beside his corpse, there were a dozen black rats with red eyes, incessantly gnawing at his neck and viscera.

The sound of teeth biting into flesh and blood made one's scalp tingle, followed by a soft click.

The man's neck was completely bitten through, his head and body separated into two parts within the pit.

Chen Jin: ...

He closed his eyes briefly.

It truly was an omnipresent "Pit of Death."

Being burned all over by an alcohol lamp at dinner was outrageous enough, but who could have imagined that on flat ground, within the yard, there would be such disguised pits?

With this, how many could fully avoid the "Final Destination" style dangers?

Chen Jin put away the telescope without looking any further.

There was nothing more to see, knowing only that this estate was filled with silent dangers everywhere was enough.

Meanwhile, the exiles from the other three teams also discovered the cause of the icicle man's death through various means, whether by sneaking peeks or probing.

Beyond becoming more heavy-hearted and anxious, they had little else on their minds.

But at least they wouldn't be troubling Chen Jin, the fearsome sweet sister, tonight.

And many couldn't help but feel that this sweet sister might not be their target, Chen Jin.

In the previous four worlds, Chen Jin's demeanor appeared more composed, embodying the type of person who is confident and can easily stir people's hearts.

The occasional rebellious gestures like flipping the bird could be understood.

But he was never known for being hot-headed.

Surely, he wouldn't be someone to throw smoke bombs/flechettes, saying "Don't mess with me," or wildly tossing screaming chickens... right?

Anyway, they couldn't afford to make a move against that sweet sister tonight, whose screaming chicken directly caused the death of a Level 3 ice traveler. Although it wasn’t a direct attack from him, that screaming chicken was indeed too explosive.

Well, the final probe or attack should come unexpectedly at the perfect moment.

Although the sweet sister seemed to possess many energy tools, if they could catch her off guard when she's in danger and unable to react, even with numerous gadgets, she wouldn’t be able to block a sneak attack.

Moreover, this sweet sister seemed somewhat volatile and crazy, with a daredevil attitude of if I’m going down, we’re all going down together.

So, it’s time to change the target.

This was the tacit understanding reached by the three hunting teams without needing to communicate.

It’s too risky to keep focusing on her, better to save trouble if either of the other two were Chen Jin.

After all, once someone dies, any perfect disguise they had would disappear with their energy, so they weren’t worried about killing the wrong person.

Thus, Chen Jin, with the aid of four giant screaming chickens, secured himself a half-hour of peaceful hot spring time.

The warm spring water flowed around his body, relieving the cold and fatigue.

At this moment, the sky fittingly began to drizzle with light snow, making the hot spring experience amidst the snow truly wonderful.

……

If it weren't for the screams coming from the neighboring and upstairs rooms.

Perhaps the world would be a nicer place, wouldn't it?

Chen Jin took out his telescopic telescope again.

This time, he saw not a robust chest and perfect abs next door, but a beautiful woman... a corpse, suspended high in the air by an invisible force near the hot spring.

The expression on the woman's face was not ferocious; it was more of disbelief and confusion, mixed with the pain of being suddenly killed—her chest was punctured, and blood was dripping down.

Chen Jin pursed his lips.

From the woman's attire, he could roughly guess what had just happened—a glamorous lady in a seductive bikini, approaching step by step under the cover of night, oozing charm.

She stepped into the hot spring, utterly confident in her allure, intending to accomplish something.

Then, she was "gotten" by Le Fun.

It's uncertain whether she made it to Le Fun's side, but her charm must not have fully unfolded, leaving her unable to believe the truth even in death.

Chen Jin wanted to put away the telescope and stop watching.

But his view was forcibly dragged back, showing... his own face making a wronged expression, along with several words written in bold and enlarged font.

["She harassed me!"]

Chen Jin: ……

Normally, people would call this a romantic encounter.

Le Fun, as if understanding what Chen Jin was thinking, waved his hand, and several more lines of text appeared on his writing board.

["I was already trying not to enjoy it, and she kept trying to throw herself at me. What a joke. If it were just about my own virtue, I might not care, but harassing me is harassing you. I vow to defend the most delicious sustenance and your virtue."]

Chen Jin is breathing in and out, trying to catch his breath.

Struggling to keep himself from cursing out loud.

Then he saw the words on the writing board change again.

["Though virtue doesn't mean much to me now, intuition tells me to protect it well."]

Finally losing his patience, Chen Jin fiercely threw down his telescope and wrote four large characters on his writing board.

["Go die, Dad!"]

He shouldn't have wasted his time with that guy whose head is full of mischief! Spending time on him is the most useless thing!

At this moment, the remaining five members of the Heart Attack Team also felt a chill in their hearts, thinking they really shouldn't have let Lisa try to seduce that man!

["That man is definitely not Chen Jin!! Absolutely not!!"] Another beauty with long hair from the Heart Attack Team wrote furiously, her eyes reddened: ["Chen Jin definitely doesn't have such a brutal personality!"]

["We've done a psychological profile on Chen Jin before. He appears gentle, silent, occasionally jokes around, and is very easy to get along with.

Of course, that's not his real personality. As Professor Allen said, his gaze is mostly very calm and cold, so his inner self is likely to be self-centered, arrogant, and capricious."]

["But no matter what, Chen Jin is someone who has a bottom line and wouldn't kill indiscriminately! He even has a great tolerance for humans, and would actively help us when possible!

But what about that Chen Jin just now?!"]

The woman with long curly hair closed her eyes, her hands trembling as she continued to write: ["Lisa barely touched him when she was immediately killed by him ripping out her heart!!!"]

["You might not have seen the look in his eyes when he kills, but I did! When he killed Lisa, the corners of his mouth were raised! His eyes were smiling!

He was actually smiling while killing!!"]

The beauty with long curly hair took a deep breath: ["Unless Chen Jin has a hidden split personality of a psychopath, that man is definitely not the Chen Jin we saw in the Omniscient Eye!"]

The others looked at the curly-haired beauty's writing board in silence, their gazes involuntarily shifting towards the middle-aged man with blond hair and a warm, charming smile sitting among them.

He appeared like a sacred and solemn priest, wearing a black cross on his chest and holding a book, though he was actually a professor proficient in psychology.

His name was Allen Strolin.

Seeing the others looking at him, blond Allen wrote on his own board: ["I think Lina's point is valid; the person wearing Chen Jin's face has a ninety-nine percent chance of not being Chen Jin.

Chen Jin's attitude towards exiles tends to be more friendly and gentle. Even if Lisa offended him, he would at most expel her, not kill. Let alone hang Lisa's body next to the hot spring as a show of...barbaric behavior."]

["However, based on what Lina said, I do have a guess about that person's identity."]

Allen shook his head lightly, ["The one who treats survival as a game, who only cares about his own amusement and is indifferent to the lives of humans and devourers."]

Instantly, the other four showed an expression of realization, followed by a shock and helplessness as if they had eaten something disgusting.

Yes, if it was that joyful deity, he truly could transform into anyone's appearance and wouldn't care about anyone's life or death.

He might even find pleasure in killing and watching death, a being utterly different from Chen Jin.

["Damn, if we had known it was him, we wouldn't have let Lisa try to probe..."]

However, everyone present knew that hindsight is always perfect. Even prophecies are not entirely accurate.

["However, my friends, do not be overly saddened. In this journey of exile, it's rare to have friends and family by our side forever. What matters is carrying on with the strength of our loved ones and friends.

At least, we can now confidently rule out the possibility that the man is our target.

That leaves the beautiful young girl and the indolent woman."]

After writing this, Allen paused thoughtfully, ["I'm inclined to believe that the sweet girl is our target."]

["Still, someone will test the long-haired woman tonight. Tomorrow, Lina can use her mind-reading to understand the true intentions of those scoundrels."]

The beauty with curly hair nodded, then wrote with a trace of frustration: ["That said, I do suspect the sweet girl; I tried to touch her thrice as she came up, and each time she dodged silently.

Her excessive sensitivity seems like a sign of guilt!"]

If she could have made physical contact, she would have known for sure if the sweet girl was Chen Jin!

However, paradoxically, all three suspected targets have deftly avoided her touch.

At that moment, they heard continuous sounds of attack from upstairs, which soon turned into exclamations and screams.

After a particularly piercing cry, Silent Villa truly returned to silence.

They exchanged glances, realizing the seemingly indolent woman upstairs might not be an easy target after all.

*

Thirty minutes later, after his bath, Chen Jin returned to his room.

He glanced around at the room's furnishings, his gaze finally resting on the large TV across the bed and the pure gold clock by the bed. Then he looked up at the ceiling, noticing at least a dozen lights.

Tugging at the corners of his mouth, he laid down and placed the half-sphere gold bell he had used for his bath over his chest.

"Rubbish."

"You better not have any ghosts crawling out of the TV, accompanied by flickering lights and the alarm clock's inexplicably deafening ring in the middle of the night.

Otherwise, if you wake me up, I'll just eat you all up like energy bars!"

Chen Jin silently threatened in his heart.

"Hope these pieces of furniture know their place."

TV/Light Bulb/Gold Alarm Clock: "..."

Ultimately, Chen Jin still had a good night's sleep.

After all, he wore earplugs and an eye mask, and held the gold bell cover.

But upon opening his eyes, seeing the significantly thinner gold bell cover, the gold alarm clock that mysteriously appeared at the edge of the bell cover, and the shattered light bulb fragments at the edge of the bed, he coldly smirked.

"These fellows really don’t hold back at all."

"Wonder how many people were startled awake in their sleep last night and fell for it."

"But, there won’t be a second time!"

Thus, Chen Jin's left eye emitted a faint silver light, and he reached out to pluck the energy from the gold alarm clock at the bedside and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Crunchy, somewhat like a golden steamed bun slice."

He was stingily awarded 500 energy points.

Chen Sijin then consumed the energy of a television, gaining 1200 energy points.

In fact, 500 and 1200 energy points were already not a small amount, but who made Chen Shijin no longer the penny-pincher he used to be?

He now owns a small mobile company with 1083 people!

Just the commissions from the transactions of the exiles within the Earth Dragon Fortress and the energy fees for sending messages could net him over 3000 a day.

It's almost unimaginable how much he could increase his basic attributes each day once his numbers grow!

Currently, among his five basic attributes, his defense attribute has left others far behind, reaching 333.

Do not underestimate this 333!

Among Level 4 non-defensive hunters, none have a defense exceeding 200, making it impossible for them, Level 1 exiles, and lower-level Devourers to breach his defense.

Level 2 exiles wouldn't be able to either. Only those with strength above 300 or those who use psychic attacks could harm him.

So...

Chen Shijin smiled.

His Golden Bell Shield was merely a precaution.

One day, he would transform himself into a mighty turtle god, capable of immense strength and frantic speed!

Chen Shijin disposed of the two items that caused last night's incidents, then contentedly headed to the dining room.

Sitting at the dining table, he silently sighed as he noticed five seats vacant on the men's side and three on the women's side across from him.

In less than twenty-four hours since yesterday, eight people had died.

That was a bit too many.

"Dear guests, good morning."

"Seeing everyone looking radiant, you must have had a wonderful night last night."

This sign made everyone present, except for Chen Shijin, Le Zi Jin, and the long-haired, laid-back woman, show a deeply troubled expression.

If having a female ghost silently scream while pressing down on your bed from out of the TV in the middle of the night, the room's lights suddenly turning red and flashing crazily before bursting, and barely managing to sleep till morning only to be awakened by a deafeningly eerie ghostly laughter alarm counts as wonderful, then indeed, they had a very wonderful night.

"Please enjoy a lavish breakfast."

"After breakfast, I'll take you all to admire the scenery in the Plum Garden. Last night, the heavens graced us with snowfall. The Red Plum Garden must be incredibly beautiful at this moment, where you can experience the enchanting and dreamy snow-covered red plums~"

Chen Shijin propped his chin, hmm, the butler even got the word "enchanting" right.

It seems like a highly educated, gold-medal butler indeed.

Then, the gold-medal butler that Chen Shijin silently praised in his heart suddenly seemed to remember something and started writing furiously on the writing board.

By the time he finished writing, Chen Shijin had already stuffed a steaming hot dumpling into his mouth, only to pause the next second.

Expressionlessly, he spit out the needle from inside the dumpling.

Then, he looked up to see the butler's writing board almost reaching him.

"Ah, I forgot to tell everyone. Today, the chef accidentally mixed some small tools into the ingredients. Please be careful when eating!"

Chen Shijin stuck out his tongue and took out alcohol to disinfect it.

Meanwhile, three other people violently spit out razor blades, sharp spiky balls, and cow hair needles, all of them involuntarily letting out muffled groans.

But they tried their best not to open their mouths.

Despite this, they would still face some unexpected penalties afterward.

Chen Shijin, feeling the pain at the tip of his tongue, slowly forced a smile, the corners of his mouth curling up in feigned amusement.

Just as the atmosphere turned particularly tense and suspicious, Chen Shijin grabbed a plate of buns and dashed toward the kitchen!

Le Zi Jin burst into laughter, picking up another plate of buns and following suit!

Two minutes later, when everyone more or less made their way to the kitchen, they were greeted by the sight of eight chefs, each with their mouths stuffed with three full buns, and tears at the corners of their eyes.

Also, there was the indifferent Sweet Sister, eating buns free of any small tools.

Ah, indeed a fiery Sweet Sister!

She would never suffer alone.

The would-be killers: ...

You are just too hard to kill, ah!