Yan Chi wasn't very strong, and Song Qian easily pinned him to the ground, even covering his mouth to prevent the NPCs outside from hearing the commotion.
Yan Chi was furious, but he couldn't break free from Song Qian no matter what. He could only glare angrily at Song Qian. He thought he was a good person just moments ago!
Outside, Feng Wang's red hair stood out starkly against the snow. He was only wearing a thin coat; the snow melted in mid-air before it even touched his body, disappearing without a trace.
Behind him, several servants of varying appearances pleaded with him to go home, but Feng Wang ignored them, his sharp eyes scanning the vast expanse of white snow.
At this time, the white cat was likely hunting; he needed to capture it and deliver it to Li Huai!
The howling wind carried away the cries for help. Feng Wang, with his keen hearing, turned and glanced at the small wooden house swaying precariously in the snowstorm, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes. "Another group of players?"
The male servant nodded. "Yes, young master. Should we kill them?"
"No need. Don't chase them out and get in my way." Feng Wang found even a glance unpleasant. "Let the patrol handle them. Let's go."
The male servant nodded subconsciously. "Wait a minute, young master, why are you still going to find the white cat?"
But Feng Wang had already strode ahead, leaving them behind. The servants hurriedly followed him.
Inside the cabin, a player wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood guard behind the door. Hearing the sounds outside fade into the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief and reminded the other players, "They're gone."
At this moment, Song Qian, who had been pressing down on Yan Chi, finally released him.
Yan Chi's clothes were covered in dust. He climbed down, dusted himself off, and looked at the four people warily. "What do you want?"
"We should be the ones asking that," Song Qian said, pulling out a small knife and pressing it against Yan Chi's slender, pale neck. His childish face was frosty. "Who are you? Why did you run outside and call for help? Are you with those NPCs outside?"
"You chased me first, that's why I ran!" Yan Chi glanced down at the sharp knife; a cut must hurt terribly.
He'd lived a peaceful life, and this was the first time he'd been threatened with a knife. Terrified, he broke down, saying, "I'm just a teacher. I heard a voice outside that sounded like my student, so I called out to him. I already told you, I really don't know those NPCs you're talking about!"
Song Qian frowned. "Why should we believe you?"
Yan Chi helplessly replied, "...I don't have my teaching certificate with me."
Song Qian choked, holding the knife in one hand, and producing a disc from somewhere with the other. "This is a lie detector. Put your hand on it."
Yan Chi, afraid that a slight tremor would cause the knife to slit his throat, immediately and obediently placed his hand on the disc, repeating what he had just said.
The disc emitted a faint green light, indicating that Yan Chi wasn't lying.
Song Qian stared at the disc in surprise. This was an A-grade item; it couldn't be wrong, meaning this strange newcomer really wasn't lying.
But how could this be...? Could that NPC outside really be his student?
If he hadn't misheard, Song Qian heard a "young master" among the NPCs. The [Snow Flame] dungeon had been opened hundreds of times, but he knew very little about it, only that a group of giant NPCs wielding axes would patrol the area periodically, slaughtering players.
If you could evade their pursuit and survive for seven days, you could clear the dungeon. He knew nothing about the main storyline that existed in every dungeon.
But this time, other special NPCs had appeared, seemingly holding a significant position within the dungeon.
Could it be…? Song Qian looked at the sulking Yan Chi. Could he actually be a guide NPC, leading them into the main storyline?
The four players present simultaneously focused their attention on Yan Chi, each with their own thoughts.
Seeing Song Qian's deep expression, Yan Chi cautiously pointed to the small knife that could threaten his life at any moment, pleading, "Could you move this knife away? I'm scared."
His other hand was still on the lie detector disc. As soon as he finished speaking, the disc lit up with green light again.
Song Qian glanced at the disc, looking at Yan Chi speechlessly. He had never seen such a cowardly NPC.
Now, Song Qian was certain that Yan Chi was the NPC for this instance. Just to be on the safe side, Song Qian verified his identity with the other three players, confirming that he could be trusted, before dispelling his concerns.
Song Qian put away the knife and gestured towards the fireplace with his chin. "You sit over there. Don't even think about running away."
Yan Chi pursed his lips and silently sat down by the fireplace. He rested his chin on his knees, watching the wood slowly burn, while also keeping an eye on the players' movements.
He seemed to have a good temper, but he was actually quite vengeful. Song Qian had just threatened him with a knife, which canceled out the favor of bringing him to this wooden house. Yan Chi owed Song Qian nothing anymore.
Yan Chi meticulously calculated the accounts, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of Shen Mingsu. He wondered if his sudden disappearance had frightened Shen Mingsu, and what he was doing now.
Was he looking for him?
Yan Chi's eyes dimmed slightly. He glanced at the players, thinking dejectedly, 'These people are so evil, will I even make it back alive?'
At this moment, the players over there were arguing about whether Yan Chi was good or evil; actually, it was a disagreement between Song Qian and the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.
Song Qian believed Yan Chi was a guiding NPC, someone who could lead into the main storyline. The man named Zheng Yu, however, thought the opposite. "You're an A-rank player, right? There are friendly NPCs in the dungeons you've cleared that help players. Besides, how can you be sure he's not just trying to lure us out to be killed by those NPCs?"
Yan Chi scoffed at this. If he had that kind of ability, would he still be here being threatened by them?
Song Qian, of course, knew the chances of an NPC helping a player were extremely slim. He frowned, looking at Yan Chi. The firelight cast a warm glow on his profile. He looked harmless, and his personality was timid.
He didn't seem like the kind of NPC who would harm anyone.
Song Qian almost laughed at his own foolish thought. He knew he was also prone to judging by appearances, but a strong intuition told him that Yan Chi was definitely important in this dungeon.
He subconsciously tossed the dice up and down. Suddenly, he caught the falling die, opened his palm, and saw it was a six.
Since meeting Yan Chi, Song Qian had already rolled two 6s. What was that? Did everything go smoothly for him?
Song Qian smiled, having already made his decision. He looked at Zheng Yu, "So you don't trust my judgment?"
Zheng Yu: "No."
"Alright then." Song Qian directly pulled Yan Chi up. "Weren't you going to find your student? Come on, I'll take you."
Yan Chi almost fell over from the tug, barely maintaining his balance. Hearing this, his amber eyes instantly lit up. "Really?"
So kind?
"Really." Song Qian acted quickly, putting on the hood, already ready to take Yan Chi out.
Zheng Yu looked at Song Qian, disapproving of his actions. "You're courting death."
Song Qian glanced at the two players sitting there, lost in thought, and said irritably, "It's better than waiting to die here."
Yan Chi was waiting for him at the door. Seeing him approach, he opened the door, and a biting wind hit Yan Chi's face, making him shiver.
Song Qian followed behind him, bundled up tightly, his voice muffled, "Let's go find your student."
Yan Chi and Song Qian quickly disappeared into the snowstorm. Zheng Yu stood at the door watching them, then angrily slammed his fist on the door, making a loud bang.
The other two players glanced at him, their eyes quickly returning to their lifeless state.
Zheng Yu was furious at their behavior. He had originally intended to win over Song Qian, at least the other seemed like a normal person, but he never expected him to be so stupid as to seek death!
The snow continued to fall, and Yan Chi trudged through it, his steps uneven. Perhaps accustomed to the cold, his body gradually warmed, and his complexion regained its rosy hue.
In contrast, the snow that landed on Song Qian's clothes burned holes in them. He could only extinguish the eerie, bluish flames by swatting them away, and his clothes grew thinner and thinner.
Looking at Song Qian's pale face, Yan Chi felt a complex mix of emotions. He hadn't expected that this young man would be the one to help him in the end; he now owed him another favor.
Seeing the fire on his sleeve, Yan Chi extinguished it without hesitation.
Song Qian looked at him in surprise.
Yan Chi pursed his lips. "This fire must hurt a lot..."
Each time Song Qian extinguished the fire, Yan Chi clearly saw his hand trembling, and he would blow on his palm; he must have been burned.
Under Song Qian's complex gaze, Yan Chi extinguished the fire that had started on his headgear, his voice soft, "I'm not afraid of this. You...you helped me, so it's normal for me to help you back. But don't threaten me with that knife again. I'm also afraid of pain."
Song Qian lowered his head, "...Okay."
Following the footprints in the snow, Yan Chi and Song Qian quickly found Feng Wang and his group. Along the way, Yan Chi was uneasy; he wasn't sure if the voice belonged to Feng Wang.
What if it was just a stranger with a similar voice? Wouldn't he have harmed Song Qian?
Yan Chi's heart, which had been pounding, sank heavily when he saw the familiar figure. He let out a soft breath, nodded to Song Qian, and walked towards them.
But he stopped halfway.
A white tiger, as tall as a three-story building, was running wildly. Its roar was loud enough to pierce eardrums. Yan Chi's ears ached, and he covered them and crouched down.
Behind the white tiger, a bright red figure relentlessly pursued him. In the raging blizzard, Feng Wang's red hair billowed in the wind, revealing his sharp, piercing features.
Feng Wang chased the white tiger with ease. He leaped up, grabbed its fur, sat on its back, and punched it on the forehead. "I told you to listen to me! Didn't you understand?!"
The white tiger was already terrified. Instinctively sensing a terrifying predator nearby, its survival instincts drove it to run for its life. A sharp pain shot through its head, and it lost its footing, crashing heavily to the ground.
The snow on the trees was shaken off.
Yan Chi felt the ground tremble. He looked up at the boy on the white tiger's back, momentarily speechless.
Was this really Feng Wang?
Or rather, was Feng Wang even human?
"Roar—"
The earth trembled, and a beast larger than the white tiger appeared. It was also entirely white, with enormous, sharp fangs, strong and powerful limbs, and its long tail easily slammed into a large tree with a flick of its wrist.
Before this behemoth, Yan Chi was as small as an ant.
"Get down!"
Song Qian shouted, throwing himself on top of Yan Chi.
The giant beast stepped over the two of them and crashed towards Feng Wang, kicking up a cloud of swirling snowflakes.
Song Qian stared in disbelief at the scene. "Is this the dungeon boss? How are we supposed to beat it...?"
"Thank you, cough cough cough..." Yan Chi choked, coughing uncontrollably. He looked worriedly at the two giant beasts, his hands clenching tightly. "Please, don't let anything happen..."
Song Qian pulled Yan Chi. "Let's get out of here first. It's too dangerous! We need to stay alive to find your student."
Yan Chi: "We've found him."
Song Qian was stunned, looking around. "Where?"
Yan Chi: "The one riding on the tiger's back."
"You...you're kidding, right?" Song Qian's eyes widened in disbelief. "The red-haired one, that...that young master?"
Yan Chi nodded, seeing his bewildered expression. "If there are no surprises, it should be him..."
Although he didn't know why Feng Wang was in this dungeon.
Song Qian looked at the two giant beasts locked in combat, swallowing hard. "Your student...won't die here, will he?"
Yan Chi was also worried.
"Roar—!"
A wave of scorching heat washed over them, causing Yan Chi to frown in discomfort. A colossal red dragon soared into the sky, its wingspan obscuring the sun, and swooped down upon the two white beasts.
The dragon severed the beasts' limbs with its claws, causing them to howl in agony and collapse to the ground.
The dragon then grabbed one beast with each claw, flew high into the air, released its grip, and slammed them to the ground, creating two massive craters.
This scene stunned Yan Chi and Song Qian. They stared dumbfounded at the red dragon in the sky. After a long pause, Song Qian finally managed to speak, "Your student is a dragon?"
Yan Chi was equally shocked. "I didn't know."
Feng Wang hadn't told him either.
Wait a minute, if Feng Wang is a dragon, then what kind of being is Shen Chang Le, who smashed his head open like that? And thinking about it, is Shen Mingsu really human?
Yan Chi felt dizzy. What kind of terrifying beings are in their school?
"Damn it, we've been discovered! Run!"
Song Qian saw people approaching and cried out in alarm, pulling Yan Chi to run, but they were caught by the male servant.
A short while later, Feng Wang emerged from the pit, carrying two half-dead white kittens. The male servant immediately went to his side. "We found two players nearby and have caught them."
"Good." Feng Wang casually handed the white kittens to the male servant. "Go back and wash them clean. Give the big one to A'Huai."
The male servant held the kitten. "Yes, young master. Should the small one be given to Young Master Xingluo?"
The kitten's injuries were more severe than the big one's; it didn't look like it would live much longer.
Feng Wang was blunt. "Tell Xingluo that if he wants a cat, he'll have to let me copy his holiday homework, or else he can get lost."
"By the way, where are those two reckless players?"
The sensible male servant immediately pulled him over. "Here they are!"
Feng Wang glanced over casually, but froze when he saw the person.
Yan Chi had heard everything he said and frowned. "Feng Wang, you want to copy homework?"
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