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

Chapter 52, Section 1.4: The Fog Tracking Battle

"Assimilation?" Dao Lin looked at Mu Yin in surprise, completely not expecting this person to say such a thing.

"I didn't say it myself, I'm just relaying it. It was the expressionless face who discovered it." Mu Yin said, a hint of distress flashing across his face. How could he get the expressionless face to accept his apology?

I look glum after not seeing her for three days; I miss her.

"That expressionless guy you mentioned is very smart," Dao Lin nodded in agreement.

“She is indeed very clever. I am often ridiculed by her as an idiot. She is just too lazy to think. If someone else can think for me, why should I use my own brain?” Mu Yin said with a helpless expression. His cold, dark gold vertical pupils carried a hint of indulgence and pride, because that was Mu Yegui.

“Let’s go find Jingyan and the others. They probably ran into Jingyan on their way to find us.” Dao Lin took the lead and ran ahead, not caring whether Mu Yin would follow. Of course, he knew that Mu Yin would definitely catch up.

"Are you so sure?" Mu Yin rushed to his side in an instant, asking doubtfully.

“Only those like Jingyan who need to explore the Gobi Desert will run around and encounter ghosts, while Xiaomar and his supply team are best at being careful and cautious…” Dao Lin suddenly stopped in his tracks, his icy blue eyes staring straight at the boulder not far away.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yin ran a few steps forward and then stopped. Seeing Dao Lin involuntarily walking in another direction, he asked.

"The supplies were delivered via facial recognition," Dao Lin said helplessly, opening the wooden crate to reveal compressed biscuits, bandages, medical supplies, and various firearms inside.

"This counts?" Mu Yin, who was visiting the Kingdom of Sin for the first time, was somewhat surprised. He remembered that there was no such thing in the Kingdom of Fairy Tale.

"Otherwise, how could it be called the Kingdom of Sin?" Dao Lin stuffed a small pistol into the pistol holster on his waist and tossed one to Mu Yin as well.

Mu Yin took it, but then put it back, saying, "I don't need it. This kind of thing will only cause me to misfire." No matter what, he was only used to using cold weapons, specifically the short sword scabbard at his waist. This was the same for both him and Mu Yegui.

“Those who wield cold weapons can never get used to firearms,” Mu Yin said slowly, shaking his head.

Daolin left behind only some bullets he needed and a small pistol, and didn't touch anything else, not even the important food.

“Shomar and the others are in charge of supplies. Since we’ve entrusted this task to them, we don’t have to touch those things ourselves. We just need to have weapons to protect ourselves.” This was all the trust Daolin could give his teammates. Finding weapons to protect himself was a way of taking responsibility for himself and not entrusting his life to others.

So in the end, no matter who dies, don't resent anyone, because you have to find your own way to protect yourself.

"It's gone." Mu Yin looked back and found that the wooden crates containing supplies that had been there were gone.

"The opened supply crates will disappear after ten minutes." So no one will know what they took. In this respect, the Sinful Kingdom instance is very privacy-conscious.

"So, you still haven't answered me, what does a ghost look like?" Dao Lin walked ahead, his white, tousled hair fluttering slightly, his icy blue eyes gazing quietly into the distance. He paused, then asked softly.

"Looks like a human." Although he only glanced at it, Mu Yin could see it quite clearly thanks to his superb eyesight, but it was precisely because he could see it clearly that he was not sure.

"That's not a good answer, Mu Yin." Dao Lin paused, then turned to look at him. So far, he hadn't revealed the true appearance of a ghost; either it was indescribable or he was deliberately concealing it. Which one did Mu Yin fall into?

He reached out and touched Mu Yin's face, his fingertips lightly brushing against his earlobe. His icy blue eyes were fixed on him as he asked, "What do you look like?"

Mu Yin frowned, sighed helplessly, and stared directly at Dao Lin with his dark golden vertical pupils, saying, "Ghosts can transform into anyone's appearance, so how do you expect me to describe it? Just human-like."

Dao Lin was silent for a while, then released Mu Yin, took a few steps back, nodded to show his trust, and said, "I see. Is the riddle-guessing game after this?" When Mu Yin spoke, his heart rate was normal without any irregularity, his pupils did not dilate or swell significantly, and his blood pressure was normal.

Either he is a very good liar, or he is telling the truth.

Compared to the former, Dao Lin was more inclined to believe the latter, since he had a good impression of Mu Yin and didn't think he was a habitual liar. When he was questioned earlier, Mu Yin didn't deliberately make up anything to deceive him, but instead gave an extremely perfunctory answer that anyone could understand.

Thus, he could conclude that Mu Yin was not good at lying; at most, he would deliberately conceal or give evasive answers, and such concealment and evasive answers were easy to distinguish upon hearing them.

Dao Lin frowned and said, "So, in the end, we still don't know who will be eliminated. There's only one ghost right now, and we're not sure if it will blend into the crowd. But at least it's safe in the relief house; no matter how you touch it, there won't be any eliminations. That means we need to check the crowd during breaks to see if there's a ghost." Because if we don't rule it out, there could be a large-scale elimination at the start of the game, which would be very disadvantageous for them.

"Is it difficult?" Mu Yin, who wasn't good at thinking, asked. Although he guessed why Dao Lin had deliberately touched him earlier, Mu Yin wasn't lying. The fact that Dao Lin had guessed the hidden rule he was concealing didn't mean that he had violated the rule.

Anyway, he didn't make any mistakes on either side.

Being bad at thinking and being stupid are two different concepts; Mu Yin falls into the former category. Essentially, given how intelligent Mu Yegui is, Mu Yin wouldn't be too bad either; it's just a matter of whether he'll succumb to laziness in this situation.

"It's not actually that difficult. We just need to do a small test. But it's a bit difficult if we don't let anyone know. After all, if they find out, it might alert them, making it harder to eliminate them, and it might even implicate innocent people," Dao Lin thought as he ran forward.

"You're a player, aren't you, Mu Yin?" Dao Lin turned to look at him, his icy blue eyes revealing intelligence and certainty.

"I thought you all knew." Mu Yin neither nodded nor shook his head, but his words acknowledged Dao Lin's opinion.

Dao Lin shook his head and said, "It's just me, but you didn't try to cover it up at all." Mu Yin really isn't cut out to be a spy; he's too lazy to even bother with the most basic cover-up.

"It seems you've also learned your own rules and are hiding them from us, is that it?" Dao Lin looked at Mu Yin, his smile growing deeper, his icy blue eyes reflecting Mu Yin's image, and spoke slowly.

"Tell me, why do you think that way?" Mu Yin squatted down, scooped up some yellow sand in one hand, and looked up to ask.

Small Theater
Author: Why have you been so quiet lately?

Mu Yin: Haven't I always been a mascot? I finally got a solo appearance, but then Daolin stole the spotlight. I'm afraid he'll end up competing with me for the expressionless face.

Dao Lin: zZZZ
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(End of this chapter)