Chapter 88: Don’t Joke Around

The woman in the red dress had already stopped hearing anyone’s questions. She covered her face and wailed in misery.

“My Xuanxuan... my Xuanxuan... Xuanxuan...”

Seeing her on the brink of collapse, ready to begin slaughtering indiscriminately once more, Ji Linmo dared not waste another moment. He quickly swept the bunny shop with his eyes.

For better or worse, Lin Bufe was not inside.

So Ji Linmo hurried downstairs, taking the steps two at a time, and returned to the first floor.

At the moment, the only way to reach the fourth floor was by elevator.

But before he boarded it, there was one question he had to answer.

Where was Qin Feng?

“Qin Feng!”

Back on the first floor, Ji Linmo shoved open the convenience store door.

Yet he saw no trace of the boy he knew.

Impossible... surely not what he was thinking?

Ji Linmo’s brow tightened, and his temples throbbed violently.

He did not dare hesitate for even a second. Ignoring the guards’ attempts to stop him, he leaped straight into the elevator, which was already splattered with corpses and blood, and swiftly pressed the button for the second floor. Then he drew a wire from his pocket and began picking the lock.

With a sharp click, the elevator lock gave way, and Ji Linmo quickly pressed the button for the fourth floor.

For some reason, his palms had already begun to sweat.

The sense of foreboding grew ever stronger.

Faster, faster!

He clenched his teeth as the elevator’s pace seemed unbearably slow.

“Ding-dong! Fourth floor arrived!”

With the cold mechanical voice of a woman, the elevator finally reached the fourth floor.

Ji Linmo scanned his surroundings warily. The fourth floor was deathly silent, and no evil spirits remained in sight.

He broke into a run down the corridor and finally arrived before the iron door marked for cleaning and dissection.

Too quiet... nothing seemed to be happening in the instance either.

Had he worried too much?

Ji Linmo let out a breath and reached out to push the door open.

But the iron door rattled with a clicking sound. It had been locked from the inside!

“Hey, hey, hey! Qin Feng... have you lost your mind? If you really kill me, you know Ji Linmo will—”

A low cry came from inside the iron door, carrying barely contained fear.

It was Lin Bufe’s voice!

Ji Linmo’s heart leapt into his throat. Without another thought, he hurled himself at the iron door like a cannonball.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the man’s furious, body-first blows, the iron door was actually smashed open.

Boom—

The moment the door fell to the floor, Ji Linmo looked up and saw the boy not far away, smiling at him, a butterfly knife glinting coldly in his hand.

“Oh, Mr. Ji, you’re here~”

“Unfortunately, you’ve come at a bad time. I’m dealing with something important right now. Would you mind closing your eyes first?”

Half an hour earlier.

To avoid Qin Feng, Lin Bufe had hidden himself in the kitchen and pretended to work while really loafing in a corner.

Just when he thought nothing else would happen, a sharp shout suddenly rang out from afar.

“Face, stop pretending over there. Get over here and come with me to the fourth floor to move the goods!”

“Right away, coming now.”

Lin Bufe immediately dropped what he was doing, pushed the rusty little cart on its worn wheels, and obediently followed the head chef into the elevator.

The route to the fourth floor was already second nature to him, so once they arrived, the head chef told Lin Bufe to go to the washing room and get things ready first, while he went to sort through the stock.

Pushing the small cart, Lin Bufe wandered leisurely toward the washing room.

“Heh heh heh, so behind that iron door embedded in the wall is that little girl? I really didn’t notice it at all the last time I came.”

Just as Lin Bufe was marveling, there was suddenly a click not far away—the sound of a door being locked.

Hm?

Lin Bufe turned in confusion and saw Qin Feng standing not far away beside the main door, eyes half-lidded, smiling at him with a look that was both amused and not.

What was going on?

“Uh... hey there, little handsome guy, how come you’re on the fourth floor? Did Ji Linmo send you?”

Qin Feng remained smiling, and slowly walked step by step toward Lin Bufe.

“Yeah, Mr. Ji asked me to come to the fourth floor to handle something.”

As he finished speaking, Qin Feng flipped his wrist, and a silver butterfly knife appeared in his hand out of thin air.

“You... Hey, little handsome guy, what are you planning to do?”

Lin Bufe’s hair stood on end. Qin Feng now gave off an indescribably eerie feeling.

But the boy did not do anything to him. He only glanced at him with a smile, then brushed past his shoulder to reach the iron door.

“Lin Bufe, I assume you’ve heard the story of that little girl too.”

“But compared with all that backstory, getting out of the instance safely is what matters most, isn’t it?”

As he spoke, Qin Feng raised one finger and placed it before his lips.

“I trust you’ll keep this for me.”

The next second, he placed his hand on the iron doorknob set into the wall and raised the butterfly knife in his other hand.

“Keep it, my ass! What are you doing, you little lunatic? Do you think you can kill the monster inside with that butterfly knife in your hand?”

Lin Bufe could no longer hold himself back and immediately tried to stop him.

The boy in front of him nodded, belatedly enlightened.

“Oh, right. Without Mr. Ji here, I should use a faster method. Thanks for the reminder.”

Then another item appeared in Qin Feng’s hand.

Soul Grenade

Instance Quality: High, S-rank

Item Description: Relax, this isn’t a real grenade. It will only make your soul vanish in an instant.

Special Note: Can lock onto only one enemy.

“Heh heh heh, seriously? An S-rank one-time instance item... Qin Feng, you really mean to kill the girl inside?”

The smile vanished from Lin Bufe’s face. He studied the boy without blinking, as if confirming whether he was joking.

“That old Ji kid is off to find the red-dressed ghost right now.”

“So if you want to act, at least wait until Ji Linmo brings the girl’s mother here, lets them see each other one last time, and then make your move.”

The next second, Qin Feng grabbed the door handle and pressed down.

Seeing this, Lin Bufe no longer hesitated and also summoned his most useful instance item.

Bang—

Death Revolver

Item Quality: High, S-rank

Item Description: A revolver that can cause all dead things to “die” in any sense desired by the user. If it strikes a living being, it can put them to sleep for fifteen minutes.

Special Note: Against instance items of the same rank, the effect is nullified on impact.

The golden revolver shot out at once, and a thread of black powder smoke rose from the barrel.

But Qin Feng swept a hand, and the bullet was split in two by the butterfly knife in his grasp, falling to the floor.

“Again?”

The boy tilted his head, and in the next instant he lunged forward, charging straight at Lin Bufe.