I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 242, page 1.17, 19: A Night of Madness
There were too many things to complain about, and he didn't know where to begin. Dao Lin thought to himself as he looked at the starry sky after leaving the 'Nightmare Land'.

I spent a whole day in this awful place without even realizing it, and I have no idea what time it is now.

Dao Lin reached into his pocket and took out a gold pocket watch, but a sudden hand reached out and pressed it down.

He looked up at Mu Yegui in confusion, who pointed to the two people facing off not far away.

Following Mu Yegui's finger, Daolin saw Fernna wielding a dagger and lunging at Ke Ya. Ke Ya took a few steps back to avoid Fernna's attack and used something resembling a short stick to deflect Fernna's dagger.

The nearby animal apostles remained silent, showing no intention of speaking.

Dao Lin mentally counted them; there were 16 in total.

“The clown is nearby.” Ling Tong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. His voice was slightly hoarse but extremely magnetic, with a very special charm.

Dao Lin was startled. Rule number 2, fourth rule: The apostles, who can be seen everywhere, tell strange 'jokes' that seem to be about the clown's past, but when the clown is in this area, they will all shut their mouths.

The apostles would constantly tell strange jokes, but they would shut up if the clown was around, as if out of instinctive fear.

His icy blue eyes scanned his surroundings, but he didn't find anyone.

Mu Yegui took a step forward, drew the short sword from its scabbard at his waist, and placed it in front of him. Ling Tong tightened her grip on the long sword slightly, but still did not draw it.

"Little Ye Gui is indeed perceptive, but can you protect four people by yourself?" The clown's unrestrained and crazy laughter came from beside him, as if mocking something.

Dao Lin put away the gold pocket watch and took a step back to indicate that he would not disturb Mu Yegui.

The props were useless to the clown, so he had no value in helping Mu Yegui. Rather than being a hindrance, it was better to avoid him and save Mu Yegui the trouble of taking care of him later.

"Don't worry about me, just go ahead and attack. If I die, it's just bad luck. Just focus on your own attack." Dao Lin put his hands behind his back, looking completely unguarded, and smiled at Mu Yegui with his icy blue eyes, seemingly unafraid of facing death ahead.

Was he truly unafraid of death, or did he yearn for it?
He kept saying he wanted to survive, but in the face of crisis, he was the first to give up the struggle. It was as if he said he wanted to live, yet craved death.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Dao Lin asked with a light laugh, not thinking there was anything wrong with what he said.

Ling Tong didn't say anything, lowered her eyes and remained silent, offering no comment on Dao Lin's words.

Her icy blue eyes held a faint smile, but beneath them lay a deep darkness.

Is he really still alive?
Does he really exist in this world?

He looked at all of this as if through a fog, always through a blur, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it clearly.

He said he wanted to recreate memories with his eyes, but if his eyes couldn't see clearly, how could he create new memories?

"Daolin's words can be quite unexpected sometimes. Is it because he has no memory that he can't find the truth that he is still alive?" Mu Yegui turned to look at Daolin and asked softly.

"Because I can't feel that sense of reality, everything is blurry, and I can't see anything clearly." Dao Lin shook his head, seemingly unwilling to continue the conversation.

Mu Yegui suddenly turned around and walked towards him, then stopped in front of him.

Dao Lin was slightly taken aback, unable to understand what she wanted to do.

The cool, silver eyes gazed silently at those icy blue eyes, as calm as a deep, ancient pool, yet possessing a magical power that seemed to draw one's mind in.

"Blurry?" Mu Yegui tilted his head and said softly, "If your eyesight is bad, I think you should get a pair of glasses."

Dao Lin: "..." That makes so much sense, he can't even refute it. Ling Tong, standing to the side, slightly curled the corners of her lips, then immediately resumed her original indifferent expression, seemingly suppressing a laugh.

Dao Lin glanced coldly at Ling Tong, no need to hide it, he had seen it all.

Ling Tong remained silent; as long as he didn't speak, no one would suspect him.

"Both of them are crazy!" Mu Yin said through gritted teeth. "They're both such a pain in the ass."

Mu Yegui blinked and asked softly, "Doesn't Xiaoyin have any negative emotions?"

Mu Yin snorted coldly and said truthfully, "Yes, of course there is. How could there not be?"

"What is it?" Mu Yegui asked curiously.

"You've been rejecting me all along, and I'm angry, upset, and desperate," Mu Yin said dismissively, though no one knew what he was really thinking.

"Then next time I'll treat you to milk tea, with an extra layer of milk foam," Mu Yegui said after thinking carefully.

"Tch! I don't want milk tea! It's so cloying!" Mu Yin said with a look of disgust, refusing without even thinking.

"Oh, that's all."

"Wait! I'll drink it!! Please buy me a milk tea! 30% sugar, no ice, no pearls!"

"This is too much trouble, I don't want to buy you milk tea anymore."

"No, I'd love to."

Dao Lin and Ling Tong watched Mu Yegui talking to himself, exchanged glances, and finally fell silent.

Is it fun to argue with yourself?
"Did Fish control Fernana?" Suddenly, Mu Yegui looked up at a certain spot and said slowly in a soft, childlike voice with no emotion in her tone.

"It's less about control and more about voluntary consent; she accepted it without the slightest resistance. And I wasn't the one controlling her." The Joker appeared out of nowhere before everyone, his chilling smile on his face, speaking in an extremely exaggerated tone.

"The clown doesn't have the ability to control people's minds, meaning it was done by the other guests." There are quite a few guests who might have the ability to control people's minds. Roughly estimated, there are five people: A - Princess Baba, B - Puppet Master, C - Phantom Thief, E - Mysterious Man, and F - Magician.

Using the process of elimination, the current area is zone F, so the most likely candidate is still the Magician.

"Was the fireworks beautiful?" The clown looked up at the giant screen in the sky and laughed maniacally.

The three instinctively looked up and saw a scene of bloodshed and cruelty on the screen. Zhu Yan, wielding a scythe larger than his own body, was casually reaping the lives of the players, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

It's more like playing a slaughter game; cruel, bloody, and incredibly realistic, it tells everyone about the brutality of this instance.

Mu Yegui glanced at the screen, still with a blank expression, and commented, "It's just that red doesn't look very good."

"That's true. If I kill you, things will be different..." The clown laughed maniacally, pulling out a sword-shaped staff from who-knows-where.

"I've placed 35 gas canisters in this area, and they will all be released one by one from now on. They will kill all living things in this area. There are only two possible outcomes in our battle: either your two companions dismantle all the gas canisters, or the gas fills the entire area, and you will watch everyone die. Once you die, all the gas will be released immediately, and no one can escape."

"I understand." Mu Yegui pointed his short sword at the clown and said coldly, "Let's begin."

(End of this chapter)