Frightening Joke: Above the Mist
Chapter 371: The Target

Chapter 371: Chapter 371: The Target

Resurrection.

Bai Yanliang inevitably thought of himself, thought of the five-year-old soul within him...

How much of Dr. Zhou’s words can be trusted?

Bai Yanliang quietly looked at him, not speaking for a long while.

Facing Bai Yanliang’s gaze, Dr. Zhou appeared very calm, with not a trace of evasiveness.

"What about the way to leave Xu Jian?"

Bai Yanliang’s question finally made a smile break on Dr. Zhou’s face.

"It’s not difficult; Xun and I will help you."

"Thank you," Bai Yanliang looked at him, suddenly asking, "Who is Xun?"

"My wife."

Dr. Zhou’s face showed a gentle love.

Bai Yanliang’s expression turned somewhat peculiar, "But Xun said you’re her father."

"Hahaha," Dr. Zhou waved it off, "From her perspective, she’s not wrong."

Dr. Zhou looked at Bai Yanliang, smiled, "The real Xun is dead, but you know... I excel in cloning."

Bai Yanliang suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

"Is the clone still her?"

Bai Yanliang couldn’t help but ask.

"I don’t care," Dr. Zhou turned his head away, "She loves me, and I love her, that’s enough..."

His voice grew increasingly low.

Bai Yanliang was at a loss for words.

To love or be loved was something very alien to him.

"Alright, Mr. Bai, in order for you to successfully escape Xu Jian, I have to start working. Meanwhile, you can wander around as you please, however... it’s best not to touch those silver walls."

Dr. Zhou nodded at him, controlling the chair to turn away.

Bai Yanliang looked at his back, asking, "Could you tell me your full name?"

"Zhou Tian."

Dr. Zhou’s voice echoed softly.

Zhou Tian...

Bai Yanliang remembered the name and turned to leave the room.

Hearing his footsteps gradually fade away, Dr. Zhou’s lips curled slightly, as if something delightful had happened.

"The order for the Prison General to break, the real game is about to begin at last..."

...

Ye City, Lucky Cafe.

"I still think the original name of this cafe is more interesting than the lame one you picked."

Yu Wenxuan pushed open the door, throwing in two women and one man; all three had already passed out.

"If you’re willing to pay to buy it, you could also have the right to rename it." Song Que glanced at Yu Wenxuan; he didn’t see any problem with the Lucky Cafe.

Surviving with the Wuji Curse for so long, isn’t that luck?

Though Song Que knew that Yu Wenxuan usually follows through once he says something, he didn’t expect him to act so quickly.

Three innocent Ye City citizens were tossed at his feet.

Gu Pingsheng looked down at them, asking, "How about a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you," Yu Wenxuan squinted and smiled, "But I prefer black tea."

He already knew that no one would oppose his behavior of kidnapping people.

Yu Wenxuan’s eyes fell on the television; the Paper Card was gone, but news flashes were rapidly popping up.

The camera shook constantly, and the reporter wore a look of shock.

"Citizens, rest assured, we have already mastered the movements of the terrorists, everything is under control. We will resolve this unrest within an hour."

"Unrest? Do you consider hundreds of people dying from exploded hearts as mere unrest?"

"Get down! Find someone with a brain!"

"..."

The Ye City officials on TV appeared embarrassed; did they underestimate the impact of this event, or underestimate the intelligence of the citizens?

"The less confidence inside, the more sweeping their words," Yu Wenxuan picked up the black tea brewed by Gu Pingsheng and sipped.

"But, why are they doing this?" Song Que stroked his chin, "I don’t believe the people from the Dark Abyss would do something without gain."

"There certainly is gain," Yu Wenxuan put down the black tea, smiling at Song Que, "Go outside and take a look, then you’ll understand how chaotic Ye City has become now."

"Could it be... they intend to destroy Ye City?" Yu Sheng looked at everyone.

"No." Song Que glanced back at her.

Yu Sheng might have misunderstood one thing, which is that the people in this room did not fully trust her.

Of course, this mistrust wasn’t blatantly expressed.

Song Que looked at her and said, "Muddy the waters to catch fish, right?"

Yu Sheng stiffened, opening her mouth as if to explain something, but ultimately lowered her head in dejection.

"Who is their fish?"

Feng Xiuxue suddenly asked.

Gu Pingsheng, who had been silently responsible for pouring tea and coffee, raised his head: "The key, throughout all of Ye City, the one who holds the key."

...

On the river bank.

Xun Weimo, dressed in a black suit, moved calmly through the streets and alleys.

The Dark Abyss had already begun to act impatiently.

From Bai Yanliang, Xun Weimo learned that the Fog Gathering was about to end, he knew what that meant.

The day the Nine Prisons are all broken is the day the new game... will arrive.

By then... the key would be crucial.

At this moment, Xun Weimo, who was deep in thought, stopped walking.

Standing by the wall was a man wearing sunglasses, expressionless, facing him directly.

"Prison Master of the Seventh Prison, Xun Weimo of the Long Night Prison."

Xun Weimo stood still and looked up at the person.

"You are..."

"You should recognize this." The man in sunglasses raised his hand, a key fell down.

Xun Weimo’s pupils contracted; the style of that blood-red key was...

"The Eighth Prison... Bitter Spring Slaughter Prison!" Xun Weimo trembled slightly, "Where’s Sun Che? Did you kill him and take his key?"

"It’s a fair game; I escaped his Slaughter Prison, but he couldn’t escape my ordinary key," the man in sunglasses said slowly, his voice measured, "Now, it’s your turn."

Xun Weimo fixated on the man with sunglasses; he didn’t recognize him, but he knew the previous holder of the Bitter Spring Slaughter Prison key, a man named Sun Che, resolute in will, clever in mind, righteous in means, who had rightfully become the last survivor of the Bitter Spring Slaughter Prison.

Moreover, ten years ago, during an operation, Sun Che had saved his life.

Didn’t expect... ten years have passed, his key remained, but he had died at the hands of the man in sunglasses.

"You will pay the price."

Xun Weimo stated calmly.

He reached into his collar, producing a blood-red key as well.

"I like fairness," the man removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of crimson eyes, "Those once almost killed by me, I give them one last chance, but... none have ever seized it."

"As punishment, I scraped their bones off..." His stiff face gradually turned sinister, "Let’s begin, a game where either you die, or I perish."

"Remember me, Xun Weimo, I am the Bone Scrapper... Tengsen."