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

Chapter 58, Section 1.4: The Fog Tracking Battle

When it comes to cunning, no one can compare to Mu Yin, especially since this guy is also shameless.

This was the only thought in Daolin's mind after he lost.

But looking at Mu Yin, who was sitting at the table laughing happily, Dao Lin sighed softly. Oh well, as long as this guy is having fun. Anyway, he can't beat him physically, and he can't fight him either, so he can only use his brain.

"Can you spare my map now?" The icy blue eyes looked at the map under Mu Yin's buttocks, a hint of pity flashing in them.

"Stop drawing. Tell me why you made me do a lie detector test on Xiao Naier before." Mu Yin slapped his hand on the map that was showing a corner, leaned closer to Dao Lin, and asked.

“It’s Xiaomar…” Daolin sighed, sat down on a chair, and said slowly, “It’s abnormal not to encounter a ghost. I just wanted to confirm it.”

"Hmm?" Mu Yin nodded, signaling Dao Lin to continue.

"In the previous game segment, the ghost impersonated Jingyan and the others, which means that Jingyan and the others must have encountered a ghost. Compared to Jingyan, the other pair was completely hidden very well. They seem normal, but they are actually the most abnormal. They have definitely encountered a ghost. That's why I asked you to use the props to test Xiaomar's lie and ask them if they had encountered a ghost."

Mu Yin turned slightly, sat cross-legged on the table, propped his chin on one hand, and continued, echoing Dao Lin's words, "Then Xiao Naier lied. He said he didn't encounter a ghost, but he actually did. But why did he lie?"

"Because there's a mole inside," Dao Lin chuckled softly and said slowly.

"You used a lie detector test just to find out if Xiao Naier is the mole?" Mu Yin rolled his eyes and asked suspiciously.

“His name is Xiaomar.” Daolin reached out and poked Mu Yin’s forehead, disapprovingly saying, “You always get other people’s names wrong, are you doing it on purpose?”

Mu Yin pursed his lips, reached out and touched the spot on Dao Lin's forehead where Dao Lin had poked him, and asked in confusion, "Xiao Mar isn't as smooth as Xiao Nai'er, so why not call him Xiao Nai'er?"

Dao Lin gave Mu Yin a disdainful look and refused to answer, saying, "Go ask him that question! Don't ask me!"

"When did you two become so close? Whispering here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Jing Yan's emotionless voice came from the doorway behind them.

Mu Yin leaned back, presumably looking backwards at Jing Yan, who stood expressionless at the door, and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, another night owl. Why don't you go catch field mice to keep an eye on us?"

"Well, we only caught two whispering field mice," Jing Yan sneered, watching the two of them continue Mu Yin's joke.

"Whispering? Who is it? There are only owls here, no field mice. Could it be you?" When it comes to playing dumb, no one can compare to Mu Yin, especially since this person's ability to play dumb is particularly clumsy, making it unbearable to watch.

Mu Yin said that he would not only pretend to be stupid, but also turn the tables on others, just like now.

The two glared at each other, neither willing to give in. Dao Lin took a step forward and turned Mu Yin's head back, disapprovingly saying, "Aren't you tired of looking at others like that?" He offered no explanation for himself, just as he was excessively intelligent, he was also extremely arrogant.

"It's not tiring at all. At most, the perspective is upside down." He could just turn his eyes around to straighten it out, but to avoid scaring anyone, he chose to remain silent.

Dao Lin patted Mu Yin on the shoulder, took a few steps forward, stood beside him, and looked at Jing Yan at the door, asking, "Is there something you need?"

“Since you met him, you haven’t consulted us at all. Dao Lin, what are you hiding from us?” Jing Yan paused and then continued, “I’m not doubting you, but this guy is untrustworthy. Who knows where he came from? What if he is…”

Mu Yin turned to look at Dao Lin, who was facing Jing Yan, and inexplicably felt a sense of tension between the two. Thinking about it, he suddenly shook his head self-deprecatingly. How could he possibly have friends? He had nothing but Mu Yegui, so he shouldn't even think about having anything else, because even if he did, he would lose it.

It's better not to have something in the first place than to lose it later.

With a stern warning in his icy blue eyes, Dao Lin interrupted Jing Yan, saying, "Jing Yan, the most important thing about companions is trust. You said that yourself. Do you want to be the first to break it?"

"Are you sure it's me who's disobeying and not you?" Jing Yan clenched his fists and glared fiercely at Mu Yin's back, asking each word clearly.

"Do you still remember the rules of our game? Shall we play again?" Dao Lin lowered his eyes, a hint of disappointment in his icy blue eyes, and then raised his head and suggested with a light smile.

"I think we shouldn't need to." Jing Yan reached out and drew his pistol, intending to aim it at Dao Lin, but before he could raise it, he felt a cold mouth pressing against his neck.

"Don't move." Mu Yin's deep, cold warning voice rang in my ears. "Move again and I'll kill you."

Jing Yan's pupils contracted sharply as his gaze fell upon the empty table, now filled with nothing but papers floating in the air as it slowly descended. He was utterly shocked. When did this guy get here?! He didn't even have time to react!
In fact, Dao Lin was quite surprised by Mu Yin's speed. If Mu Yin wanted to kill Jing Yan, he would have already beheaded him, and there would have been no time for him to react.

Therefore, Mu Yin did this purely to threaten Jing Yan into not making any rash moves.

His cold, dark gold vertical pupils were filled with killing intent. Mu Yin held a short sword with the tip pressed against Jing Yan's neck, pressed down on his hand that was drawing his gun, and with a gentle hook, snatched the pistol away.

"Are you underestimating me or overestimating yourself? If it weren't for Dao Lin's sake, you would have been dead long ago. Say your last words, I'll give you one minute." Mu Yin had already reached his limit by enduring this long, but he still decided to give Jing Yan one minute to speak.

"It's because you can't let go of your pride to trust Mu Yin. Jing Yan, do you think I don't know your little schemes? I've just been too lazy to expose you. Do you think I really care about the captain's vanity?" Dao Lin shook his head and said, "I lost all my memories after I came here. I already have nothing, so why would I be afraid of losing anything more?"

Jing Yan fell silent, not only because he was being threatened by Mu Yin, but also because of Dao Lin's words.

"A minute is almost up," Mu Yin reminded him, pursing his lips.

"Let him go, Mu Yin." Dao Lin stepped forward, took Mu Yin's hand, and shook his head at him.

"Why? I don't want to!" Mu Yin frowned and refused.

Dao Lin didn't say anything to sound nice; he simply stated his meaning, "We're going to explore the ruins tomorrow, aren't we? Time to sleep."

Mu Yin pouted, clearly displeased, but still obediently released Jing Yan. "Fine then, you're lucky. You're the first one of my men to survive."

As Dao Lin left, his cold, dark gold vertical pupils gave Jing Yan a final warning glance, which made Jing Yan feel cold all over and unable to move.

Mu Yin looked at him as if he were a dead man...

Do not!
He thought he was already dead, which is why the man let him go.

(End of this chapter)