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

Chapter 53, Section 1.4: The Fog Tracking Battle

Dao Lin stood amidst the howling sandstorm, staring intently at Mu Yin, who was squatting on the ground playing in the sand. He wiped his mouth and said, "At first, you only gave your name, and then you didn't have any opinions on my arrangements. In this situation, you're either genuinely willing to obey or you don't want to talk. It's obvious that you're not someone who's willing to obey others, so you're the second one."

Then you stared at my neck for five seconds, seemingly considering the consequences of taking action, as if you were contemplating defying the rules. Forgive me for being so sensitive about this, but I couldn't help but overthink it. I suspect that the game rules you were given included a clause prohibiting physical violence against other players.

Seeing Mu Yin raise his eyebrows innocently, Dao Lin's smile deepened. He smoothed his white hair, which was disheveled by the wind, and denied his previous guess, instead affirming, "No, it should be said that we should not lay a hand on anyone."

"Go on," Mu Yin chuckled softly, showing great interest.

“When people ask questions, they usually like to add a prefix, but nothing but their name. This basically means that you don't want to say anything else, that you want to hide everything except your name, and don't want anyone to know.” A hint of a smile appeared in his icy blue eyes as he lowered his head and asked, “Is that so?”

"At the beginning of the game, I did something to the relief house, but you remained silent from beginning to end without expressing your opinion or showing any impatience, as if you were waiting for me to finish."

Regardless of whether I mentioned before that we should act together, you never showed any intention of leaving on your own. I'm certain you're not someone who likes to obey others, so there must be a rule in your code that you can't act independently. This was confirmed in my later tests; you indeed cannot act independently and can only follow the player." From that time on, Dao Lin began testing Mu Yin and hasn't given up until now.

"Your skills are impressive. I struggled to jump down using a rope, but you jumped down without any assistance and were completely unharmed. People who can use cold weapons are all skilled fighters. I can only use firearms to protect myself, so I can't compare to you at all."

"I have a question about this. Since you're so strong, why didn't you attack the ghost? From the time I finished counting until you reached the ground, there weren't many seconds left. I'm pretty sure you jumped down without hesitation and didn't do anything else, as if you were avoiding the fight." Dao Lin chuckled, making a 'church steeple' gesture with his fingertips, his absolutely confident tone conveying certainty about his own assessment.

"This also confirms the point above that you cannot lay a hand on anyone."

Mu Yin patted the sand off his hands, slowly stood up, and said helplessly, "You smart people really don't care about what others think." No matter how arrogant he might seem at that moment.

"So, let's go. We should head back towards the relief center, or we might get lost." Dao Lin didn't continue. Since he had already guessed everything, he didn't need Mu Yin to admit it.

Since even the rules forbid him from speaking out, he has no reason to let others break the rules.

"You've figured me out completely, yet you remain silent about your own rules. Can't you just tell us your rules? That's so unfair," Mu Yin said, pouting.

"Just like I guessed you, why don't you guess our rules too? It's a matter of reciprocity," Dao Lin shook his head and suggested.

"Who wants to guess? I'm too lazy to think. Take it or leave it. I can just ask someone later." Mu Yegui liked this kind of thing, but unfortunately she wasn't here, so Mu Yin had no interest in it at all.

The two walked on, then suddenly stopped.

"Huh? I've never seen that ghost before." Mu Yin blinked, puzzled.

Dao Lin was slightly taken aback.

From a distance, they could see a dark figure following behind Jing Yan and the others, but they couldn't make out what it looked like. The next second, after they ran over the rocks, it disappeared.

Jingyan and the others seemed to have seen Daolin and turned to leave, but after seeing Daolin's gesture, they ran towards them.

“One person is missing,” Dao Lin said after scanning the people around him. “Jian Jia was hit and eliminated on the spot, just like she disappeared into thin air,” Jing Yan said truthfully, frowning.

Mu Yin took a step back to avoid Tomar's hand and said, "Hey? Don't touch me, I hate physical contact."

"What's wrong?" Dao Lin turned his head and asked.

"He tried to touch me! A respectable man like me isn't someone who does things casually." Mu Yin cupped his face and said, feigning disgust.

"You're a man!?" Jing Yan exclaimed in surprise, his mouth agape, accidentally swallowing a mouthful of sand.

Mu Yin neither admitted nor denied it, but instead subtly changed the subject, saying, "Someone as good-looking as me, would I be a girl?" He didn't want to tell these people that he actually had no gender, not at all! It made him seem like he was some kind of special person!

Beneath the black cloak was a fine aristocratic outfit, clearly a men's style. However, upon seeing that beautiful, androgynous face, Jing Yan's expression became extremely conflicted, as if his hopes had been shattered.

How wonderful it would be if she were a sweet and soft girl.

It's a real shame that such a sweet and gentle girl has a blank expression, and is even scarier than him. You'll be disappointed.

Since Mu Yin had temporarily gained complete control of his body after arguing with Mu Yegui, he naturally chose men's clothing. He was really sick of wearing the skirt, and it was extremely inconvenient to move around in. He was considering how to persuade Mu Yegui to give up her obsession with the skirt after they made up.

"Ahem!" Dao Lin coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. This person really had no sense of self-worth.

Mu Yin frowned, looking troubled. "I don't want to get my new clothes dirty, so please don't touch me. I haven't washed my hands." Of course, this was a lie, just an excuse. Dao Lin understood his true meaning: he believed there was a 'ghost' hiding among these people, so to avoid being eliminated, he couldn't let anyone touch him. However, he couldn't say this directly, lest he alert the culprit.

Since the ghosts want to play along, they have no choice but to play along.

Upon hearing Mu Yin's words, everyone moved a few steps to the side and kept their distance, clearly not wanting to get dirty.

"So, how's your investigation going?" Dao Lin straightened his clothes, reached behind his back to tug at his slightly disheveled shirt, and asked.

"I've searched all around here and found a new relief shelter. Shall I take you there?" Jingyan said, starting to walk forward, but stopped when he saw that Daolin hadn't followed. He looked at Daolin with a puzzled expression.

Dao Lin chuckled, then drew his pistol without hesitation and fired a shot at Tommar. "Before that, let's take care of something."

"Hey!" Jing Yan was powerless to stop it and could only watch helplessly as the bullet flew into Tommar's chest.

Dao Lin completely captured my attention the moment he appeared; no wonder he's the second-in-command of the protagonist faction!

As far as I know, people who like guns are generally quite intelligent and unpredictable. Take Char, the protagonist of the neighboring story *Lofil Continent*, for example; he's a master gunman, frighteningly intelligent, and extremely unpredictable. He might just smile and kill you the next second without warning. (He's more like a villain than a protagonist!)
High energy level continues...

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