Chapter 69: Werewolf Community 06

Chapter 69: Werewolf Community 06

"That old man?"

Lin Ye's eyes widened in surprise.

There were nearly thirty players in the dungeon, and he had yet to familiarize himself with all their faces. Even if San Tu was referring to some obscure character on the fringes that Lin Ye couldn't recall, he wouldn't have been this astonished.

Confusion filled Lin Ye's eyes. "Is there something special about that old man?"

He began to recall the old man's appearance.

He was just an ordinary elderly gentleman with a slight rural accent that was hard to pinpoint, thin and hunched but still appeared to be in fairly good health.

San Tu shook his head. "I just sensed a very familiar aura from him, but I'm not entirely sure if it's the same person."

"You see, my guild is Dark Flame. Dark Flame is currently the second-ranked guild in all of Central City, and we've always had a rather tumultuous relationship with the third-ranked guild, Starlight," San Tu explained.

This animosity differs from the veiled enmity between Darkflame and Butterfly Guild.

The conflict between Darkflame and Celestial Star originated from rivalries among their respective players.

On Central City's guild rankings, Blackfeather consistently held the top position.

However, the point difference between Darkflame and Celestial Star was not substantial, causing their rankings to fluctuate frequently and often serving as a subject of comparison among other players.

Whenever one side was declared superior, the other would feel indignant.

Over time, players from both guilds developed resentment toward each other, often clashing in various dungeons.

Eventually, encountering someone from the opposing guild on the road would prompt them to turn their heads and spit in disgust.

"Stellar has a celebrity player named Mijiang who recently advanced to Grade A. His innate skill is remarkable; we haven't fully grasped its intricacies yet, but we can roughly deduce that he's a Mental Thief."

Mental Thieves, similar to Charisma-based players, possessed innate skills specifically targeting NPCs within dungeons.

These Mental Thieves could, to some extent, steal information from NPCs, making their role in dungeons indispensable and incredibly powerful.

"You suspect that old man is Mi Yang?"

Lin Ye found it hard to believe.

Although he had only entered the Rule Realm not long ago, he had spent a month in Central City, so he had at least heard the name Mi Yang a few times.

Live streams of the Rule Realm were not accessible to players, and after leaving a dungeon, they couldn't freely discuss its contents within Central City. Hence, it was quite challenging for a player to gain fame.

Apart from relying on vague word-of-mouth from other players who had teamed up with them in dungeons before.

There was only one annual event that could help: the Showcase Tournament.

The Showcase Tournament was the only live stream open to players.

Mi Yang's fame stemmed from last year's tournament, where he utilized his skills to acquire extra hidden information about dungeons, outwitting other players and stealing the spotlight.

"But," Lin Ye whispered, "I've heard that Mi Yang is a rather handsome young lad."

Aside from his impressive dungeon-clearing skills, Mi Yang's deceptive good looks had also significantly contributed to his popularity.

Lin Ye had missed last year's showcase, so he had no idea what Mian Yang looked like. However, based on the descriptions of his fans, his appearance was that of a "sunny, energetic, and innocent college boy."

Innocent college boy.

Recalling the wrinkled face of the old man just now, Lin Ye couldn't help but shiver quietly.

While it was understandable that fans would always view their idols through rose-tinted glasses, it didn't seem reasonable for them to be blindly oblivious to such an extent...

Was there any difference between this and being completely blind?!!

San Tu saw the expression on Lin Ye's face, as if he was questioning the very meaning of life, and couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time. "That's not how it is."

"Mian Yang's mental theft skill is incredibly powerful. It's completely different from ordinary mental thieves. Once he steals enough information from an NPC, he can directly grasp some of that NPC's abilities and even transfer their appearance onto himself."

Dark Flame had players who had once joined the same A-level instance dungeon as Mian Yang. They had witnessed firsthand, during the final stage of the dungeon, Mian Yang transforming into the boss's appearance, using the boss's own skills against it, nearly making the boss spit out blood in frustration.

Lin Ye was stunned. He felt like he was listening to something surreal. "That's too powerful..."

Once again, he felt that surreal sense of being insignificant amidst greatness, as if his understanding of the world had been shattered into pieces, just like when he had listened to Phantom Fire explain the innate abilities of the Butterfly creature last time.

Looking down at his wrists that, just a month ago, could only hold a pen and struggled to even grip a kitchen knife, the teenager felt a profound sense of defeat.

Infuriating, why is it that in those thrilling manga, the main characters are saving the world at sixteen or seventeen, while at his age, he's being chased by monsters within a dungeon!

Phantom Fire said, "I just used my skill to check, and that gentleman's innate talent skill also falls under the mental category. With such a powerful talent, it's impossible for him to be a newbie."

He must be pretending.

Phantom Flame lost a bet to Qin Fei in their previous instance, and upon exiting, he honorably disclosed the details of his innate skill to Qin Fei.

As a player nurtured as a key asset by the Dark Flame Guild, Phantom Flame's innate ability was exceptionally unique.

It fell under the category of precognition, but unlike most players with similar abilities, Phantom Flame could only foresee one specific aspect.

That was the development trajectory and strength of a player's innate skill.

This skill wasn't particularly useful for an individual, at best serving as a guiding beacon for Phantom Flame to cling to stronger players.

But everything changed when he joined the guild.

With his innate talent, he could effortlessly become the top hunter in the guild without breaking a sweat.

This was precisely why Dark Flame placed so much importance on Ghost Fire.

After all, fresh blood was crucial to any organization.

"Could that old man really be Mi Yang…" Lin Ye felt dizzy with confusion.

"But why would he pretend to be a newbie?"

What benefits could there be in pretending to be a rookie in this instance?

Ghost Fire shrugged. "Who can guess what's going on in that weirdo's head?"

Anyone who knew Mi Yang would understand that he had a wicked personality, someone who enjoyed causing trouble for the fun of it. You could never predict what he might do next; he was like a ticking time bomb.

Perhaps he was doing this simply for amusement.

Sanzu Road commented, "We can't be sure that the old man is Mi Yang, but either way, he's definitely not an ordinary person. It's best to be cautious around him."

Both Lin Ye and Qin Fei nodded in agreement.

It was already quite late, so Qin Fei waved goodbye to the trio.

The werewolf community was laid out in a circular pattern, with a central square serving as the hub for residents' daily activities. Public buildings and residential blocks radiated out from this center.

Wang Mingming's apartment was located right next to the square, so Qin Fei headed in that direction.

When he was alone, a hint of deep contemplation flickered in the young man's eyes.

Call it excessive sensitivity or an overactive sense of self-awareness, but the unique identity he had drawn, coupled with the familiar faces and foes gathered in this instance, all contributed to a subtle feeling of insecurity within Qin Fei.

This insecurity had been fermenting throughout their exploration of the instance in the morning, growing stronger by the hour.

Qin Fei felt as if he was currently situated in the middle of an invisible vortex, yet unable to discern where the danger lurked in the void.

For the time being, all he could do was remain constantly vigilant.

He proceeded with his thoughts in tow.

At the edge of a square less than a hundred meters from Wang Mingming's home, Qin Fei inadvertently looked up and noticed a building with a rainbow-colored exterior wall.

In the morning, when he left, Qin Fei had taken a different route and hadn't passed by this area. It was only now that he realized it seemed to be a kindergarten.

As it was currently summer vacation, there were no children in the kindergarten.

Judging from the newness of the buildings within the fence, this kindergarten appeared to be quite well-equipped. The walls were brightly painted, with three structures closely gathered together, and there was a large garden in front, filled with various children's play equipment.

In the deserted garden, the seesaw and wooden horse swayed gently in the still air.

An empty kindergarten – it sounded like a haunted haven.

The moment this thought crossed Qin Fei's mind, the ghost infant, which had been concealed within the spatial realm, suddenly emerged with just its head.

It was indeed "just one head."

The ghost infant's domain resembled a pocket hidden in the void. With only its head protruding, all Qin Fei could see was that single head.

Hovering in mid-air, everything below its neck seemed to be non-existent.

Qin Fei: "..."

Fortunately, he had a bold nature and could withstand such frights; others might not have been as resilient.

"Is there something wrong?" Qin Fei inquired.

During his time in Central City, Qin Fei had already mapped out the ghost infant's daily routine.

Like most ghosts in common belief, the ghost infant was also more active at night and rested during the day.

During the daytime, it usually remained hidden within its domain, only venturing outside for activities at night.

The ghost infant crawled out of the domain, shaking its head and wagging its body.

Ever since its domain expanded, it had put away all the little clothes Qin Fei had bought for it by itself.

Today, it donned a onesie adorned with a seven-colored flower print, the multihued petals encircling its face in a way that was absurdly endearing yet inexplicably silly.

Qin Fei's eyelids twitched almost uncontrollably.

Back then, he hadn't given it a careful look while purchasing the clothes. It was only now that he realized why the salesclerk had been grinning so joyfully at that time.

What a bunch of nonsense.

The ghost infant, however, was thoroughly pleased with its appearance.

It slid down from Qin Fei's shoulder to the ground and then waddled along, crawling its way into the kindergarten.

Outside the kindergarten stood a nearly two-meter-high fence, with the gate firmly shut.

But the ghost infant seemed to encounter no hindrance; as it approached the gate, it didn't slow down at all. With a sudden lurch, it squeezed through as if the solid metal gate were merely a piece of paper.

He moved hastily, his back carrying an intense longing that Qin Fei had never seen before.

Qin Fei narrowed his eyes and stood still, waiting for it.

Although he had no idea what had lured the Ghost Baby to the kindergarten, it couldn't have been some trivial object that would make it venture out into the scorching sun from its domain.

It was mid-July, and the sun above was blazing hot, as if it intended to melt everything on the ground.

In no time, beads of sweat formed on Qin Fei's forehead after standing there.

The air shimmered with heat waves from the searing sunlight, distorting the view when looking far away, as if the scenery was rippling like water.

Qin Fei stood in the shade by the fence, squinting his eyes to look into the distance, where a vague figure was approaching.

As the figure drew closer, Qin Fei finally made it out.

It was none other than the old man.

Mi Yang?

Considering Third Crossing's words, Qin Fei cast a measuring glance at the old man.

Ever since Third Crossing mentioned this matter, Qin Fei had been pondering over it.

If this old man was truly a mental-type thief capable of stealing NPC information,

didn't that mean he might have already discovered that Qin Fei was an impostor?

A hint of amusement grew on Qin Fei's face as he walked towards the approaching figure.

The old man had left the property with an intimidating air earlier, but something must have happened to him during the morning, as he now appeared somewhat dazed.

Upon seeing Qin Fei, he seemed to be taken aback. His gaze wandered from Qin Fei's face and then returned to the ground beneath his feet.

"Hello, may I ask if you're facing any difficulties? If you need assistance, feel free to seek me out anytime."

Qin Fei stood in front of the old man.

His lips curved into a well-timed smile, polite yet distant, perfectly embodying the role of a dedicated yet indifferent guide NPC who didn't genuinely care about players.

The old man stonily shook his head.

He ignored Qin Fei's question and continued walking forward, not even altering the angle of his path. As he passed by Qin Fei, their shoulders collided forcefully, producing a thud.

Qin Fei's eyes flickered, but he kept walking forward.

Behind him, the old man's footsteps didn't cease.

After this encounter, Qin Fei had a general understanding of the situation.

Sanzu's conjecture was spot on; there was indeed something off about this old man.

He seemed to be trying to portray himself as a novice entering the instance, unaware of the world's vastness, and then becoming disoriented after being harshly confronted by reality.

But his acting in the details was too lacking.

When he looked at Zhen, his turbid eyes held an exceptionally clear calculation.

No rookie who had been thoroughly frightened would possess such a gaze.

Qin Fei didn't have a deep understanding of mental abilities, so he had no way of knowing if the old man could truly see through his disguise.

However, judging from the other party's deliberate attempts to conceal his true nature, even if he did discover Qin Fei's identity, there was a high probability that he wouldn't divulge it to the public.

After all, keeping certain secrets to oneself often proved far more advantageous than making them known.

Before turning the corner, Qin Fei suddenly stopped and spun around without any warning.

He stood by the kindergarten fence, with the midday sun casting a golden glow upon his face. His usually gentle eyes now held a sharp, probing intensity.

On the other end of his line of sight, the old man also turned around, completely unprepared for this turn of events. He felt as if the young man's gaze were razor-sharp blades slicing across his face.

In a hurry, the old man turned away and hurried off.

Qin Fei, however, remained motionless on the spot.

He was waiting for the Ghost Baby to emerge.

Fortunately, the Ghost Baby didn't keep him waiting too long. After a short while, it wriggled out of the kindergarten with its head swaying and body rocking.

It used both its hands and feet to crawl, with something small clamped between its teeth, barely visible.

Upon reaching Qin Fei's body, the Ghost Baby placed the item into Qin Fei's palm. Then, it spat a few times, licking its lips with its tongue.

Qin Fei: "..."

Wait a moment, something doesn't seem quite right here.

Why are you acting more and more like a dog??

A ghost baby that preferred being a dog rather than a human brought Qin Fei a whistle.

It was white, irregular in shape, hollow, and had a hole in it.

Qin Fei gazed at it for a moment, his expression subtly changing.

...This seemed to be a human finger bone.

Qin Fei was somewhat puzzled. "Where did you find this?"

The ghost infant sat on Qin Fei's shoulder, swinging its legs, ignoring the question Qin Fei had asked.

As a minor boss within the instance dungeon - albeit in an F-rated one - the ghost infant's strength was still formidable.

It could pass through walls, appear anywhere it desired, and vanish only to reappear suddenly.

It also didn't seem to fear the other bosses in the dungeons; none of them would actively harm it.

If Qin Fei utilized the ghost infant's abilities effectively, he could virtually stroll through the instance dungeons with ease.

But it had one significant drawback that negated all its advantages.

It didn't obey commands.

Qin Fei had indeed tried to order the Ghost Baby to do things in the instances before, but out of every ten commands, eight would be ignored by the creature.

So far, the only time the Ghost Baby had obeyed Qin Fei was back in the Holy Infant Orphanage when it had opened the door between the resting area and the church for him, using the key Qin Fei himself had given it.

But the Ghost Baby wasn't rebellious by nature. Once they were back in Central City, it followed Qin Fei's orders almost without question.

For example, on the day when the butterflies had come after Qin Fei, the Ghost Baby had been a great help.

Based on these observations, Qin Fei concluded that the Ghost Baby's behavior within the instances might be restricted by some system rule.

Upon reflection, this made sense. Otherwise, with the Ghost Baby's abilities, Qin Fei would practically have a mobile cheat code at his disposal, which would be too game-breaking.

He examined the bone flute in his hand, unable to determine its purpose.

With midnight fast approaching, Qin Fei had no time to experiment. Without further delay, he put the bone flute in his pocket and headed home, cradling the ghost infant in his arms.

The closer he got to Building 12, the more residents recognized Wang Mingming. Qin Fei responded to the greetings from unfamiliar NPCs with a friendly "Uncle," "Auntie," "Grandpa," or "Grandma."

Unfortunately, the relationship bars above their heads all read "Unattainable," suggesting that they were ordinary NPCs without any mission-related storylines.

Qin Fei quickened his pace and entered the residential building.

The elevator carried him up to the fourth floor. As the doors slid open, a row of identical front doors came into view.

Among these uniform doors, Wang Mingming's stood out unusually.

While other doors were black, Wang Mingming's was painted bright red. The reflective paint shimmered under the ceiling light, momentarily blurring Qin Fei's vision. Taking two steps forward, he noticed a peculiar detail.

His gaze drifted to the end of the corridor on the right.

At the farthest end of the fourth floor, a door bore the number 401.

Following were units 402 and 403, both seemingly ordinary with no issues.

However, at Wang Mingming's residence, the doorplate read 444.

More and more clues pointed to the peculiarity of Wang Mingming's home, so glaring that it was as if someone had held a magnifying glass right in front of Qin Fei's eyes, making it impossible to overlook.

Qin Fei pressed his lips together and gently knocked on Wang Mingming's door.

In the next second, as if they had been waiting there all along, the door swung open instantaneously.

Wang Mingming's parents stood side by side at the entrance, their smiles identical to the ones they had worn when Qin Fei left, like two motionless wax figures.

Wang Mingming's home was spacious, consisting of three bedrooms and two living rooms with a north-south layout and a square in front, which should have ensured ample natural light indoors.

Yet, the curtains in the living room and kitchen were drawn tightly shut, and the doors to each room were closed, casting the entire house into a midnight darkness.

The furniture in the living room was predominantly black and gray, while the TV wall had been painted a dark red.

The bloodstains from that morning had been thoroughly cleaned up, revealing the originally pristine white tiles on the living room floor.

Yet, the heavy scent lingering in the air persisted, with each breath taken filling one with an oppressive unease.

The room was unlit, casting Wang Mingming's parents' silhouettes into faint, ethereal outlines against the dim light.

The moment Qin Fei's face appeared in the doorway, the smiles on Father and Mother Wang's faces deepened.

Father Wang said, "Son's back!"

Mother Wang followed, "You've been out for so long, dear. What have you been up to?"

Qin Fei pursed his lips, mimicking a smile similar to the ones his parents often wore, "I happened to meet a tour group sponsoring a trip to our community today, so I helped them navigate for a while."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the top of the two people standing before him.

"King Mingming's Father: Affection Level 10521%"

"Mother of Wang Mingming: Favorability 10521%"

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Shouldn't there be some limit to how doting parents can be on their child?

Qin Fei finally understood how the two of them had managed to reach such a high affection level of ten thousand.

Even when Wang Mingming wasn't at home, they constantly thought about their son, and their affection grew even stronger with each thought.

Upon hearing that Qin Fei was volunteering, Wang Mingming's parents nodded in unison with identical speed.

Wang Mingming's father: "My son is truly a warm-hearted and good child."

Wang Mingming's mother: "Everyone who meets our son will grow fond of him."

Wang Mingming's father: "It's time for lunch, dear son."

Wang Mingming's mother: "Come quickly, son."

"Alright," Qin Fei nodded, his eyes shimmering slightly.

Right in front of him, Wang Mingming's parents stood firm, showing no intention of moving from their spots.

At this moment, the entrance of the Wang family's residence was flush against the wall, rendering the mirror useless in reflecting anything.

However, once Qin Fei entered the house, his secret would be immediately laid bare.

Qin Fei lowered his head and stepped inside the room. He paused at the doorway, reaching behind his back.

Then, he grasped the doorknob and, with an awkward, back-facing posture, slowly closed the door.

Just as the door clicked shut, Qin Fei "accidentally" raised his arm forcefully.

The dressing mirror hanging on the door was sent crashing down by this sudden movement.

It landed with a resounding crash on the foyer floor, shattering into countless fragments that scattered behind Qin Fei.

Before Qin Fei, the smiles on Wang Mingming's parents' faces suddenly vanished.

Four lifeless, dark eyes resembling inorganic glass spheres locked onto Qin Fei with an unwavering gaze.