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

Chapter 629, pages 2.3-13: Guess Who I Am

"I advise you to think it over more. It's not too late to regret it now, but if you die, you'll really have nothing left." Shui Qi narrowed his long blue eyes and stared at Ling Tong, who was gradually approaching the cabin, and warned him in a cold voice.

Ling Tong paused slightly. Without turning around, he kept his back to Shui Qi and said in a low voice, "Shui Qi, what kind of life do you think you have?"

"That is..." Before Shui Qi could say anything, Ling Tong interrupted her.

"You want to live, so all the choices you make are based on the premise that you can live. You want to preserve yourself and live as much as you can. But I don't. I crave death, I crave the moment of closing my eyes and sleeping forever. This destined us to have opposite choices."

"And...isn't this perfect? ​​You want to live, I want to die, I'll go first and take all the danger, and you won't have any worries. Or...do you, Shui Qi, have any conscience and feel guilty towards me?" Ling Tong said sarcastically in a low voice.

"How could that be? I just feel there's no need to throw your life away. Besides, I've always valued capable people and don't want to waste our fighting strength like this. If you insist on dying, then go ahead. I won't stop you anymore. Do you expect me to wake someone who's pretending to be asleep? I don't have that kind of meddlesome attitude." Shui Qi shrugged and said.

His narrow blue eyes were fixed on Ling Tong's back for several seconds before he finally looked away as if giving up.

"What an idiot who can't even see his own heart," Shui Qi muttered bitterly.

However, if they could see clearly, they probably wouldn't have done it.

"If you die because of this, you won't even have the possibility of existing, let alone have your body collected. You won't even be remembered, and you'll have no meaning in existing. Even so, would you still choose this path?" Shui Qi frowned. At least he couldn't understand Ling Tong's thoughts and didn't agree with them.

Life can be so fragile sometimes. He was desperately trying to survive, but some people just ignored him. It's ironic.

Ling Tong walked to the door, stared at the room for a few seconds, and then stepped inside. Suddenly, he paused slightly as he felt something touch his neck. Then he saw blood burst into flames the moment it touched that thing.

That seems to be...

"A line?" Shui Qi was slightly taken aback. In that instant, he saw something that looked like a line glowing.

Ling Tong reached out and touched her injured neck. The wound healed in the next second, as if she had never been injured before.

When he went back in, he found that he didn't encounter anything again, which meant that the person who was beheaded before was because of the thread.

“But…something’s not right…” Shui Qi murmured. “The height is wrong. That person is at most a little over 1.8 meters tall, while Ling Tong is 191 meters tall. No matter how you look at it, it’s impossible for them to cut the same spot on the neck. Or is the line’s judgment point adjusted based on the height of the neck? So, is it being manipulated by someone or triggered automatically?”

Soon, Ling Tong came out and closed the door behind her.

Before he could say anything to Shui Qi, a woman's voice he had never heard before came from behind them.

"Huh? Are you lost refugees? Why are you dressed so lightly?"

As everyone turned around, they saw a woman dressed in a simple cotton dress, carrying a long pole-like object in one hand. Several pheasants and rabbits were hanging on the pole, swaying slightly, as if she had just returned from hunting.

Behind her followed several men dressed as hunters, also carrying prey, but they were tall and looked rather intimidating.

"Hey, come to my house and change your clothes, you're going to freeze to death like this. Girls, stay with Nuya, boys, come with me," one of the fierce-looking hunters said.

Shui Qi raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Uncle, have you always lived here?" "Of course, we've lived in this small village for generations. It's snowy all year round, and we mainly make a living by hunting," the hunter replied.

“That woman…” Shui Qi said thoughtfully.

The hunter glanced at Nuya furtively, chuckled wickedly, and said, "Pretty good, isn't she? Tsk tsk tsk, I've never seen a woman prettier than her. She's the village chief's daughter. Don't try to take advantage of your looks, or the village chief will kick you out." As he said this, the hunter shrank back, a hint of fear flashing across his face.

Shui Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, then gave a bitter laugh and said with a troubled expression, "How could that be? We just got separated from the tour group. Sure enough, there's no good end to trying to save money. We wanted to find a cheap tour group, and now we've been left here like this. Ahhh, if I ever find that tour guide named Dao Lin, I'll make him pay."

Shui Qi scratched her hair, her expression showing a hint of exasperation.

Ling Tong glanced at him, seemingly surprised by Shui Qi's ability to make up stories on the spot. Because he was wearing a mask, no one could tell what expression he made.

"Um... I think I'll pass..." Yu Yin said softly.

Nuya glanced at her thoughtfully, then chuckled softly, "Whatever."

So the two groups left with the hunter and Nuya respectively, with only Yu Yin, who chose to stay, remaining in the snow, where she soon froze to death.

Shui Qi observed the hunter open the door and watched him walk in without any hindrance. He let the others walk in front of him while he observed the changes in the door, without any obstruction.

He frowned slightly. Could it be that only the cabin from earlier was special? No… that shouldn't be the case. Or is it because the owner of the house was there that it was like this…?

"Please sit down, please sit down. I'll make you some ginger tea." The hunter invited everyone to sit down, opened the cupboard and then closed it again before going into the kitchen, but then closed the door behind him.

Shui Qi observed the layout of the house, and after the hunter went into the kitchen, she went over and opened the cupboard, then casually closed it.

"Uncle, it's a bit cold. Can I find some clothes to wear?" Shui Qi called out coldly, staring at the kitchen door.

"Okay, you can go to the bedroom and get it yourselves." The hunter's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the cold clinking of tools.

Shui Qi whispered to the group, "Go one by one, be quick, and don't make a sound. We'll explain later."

"It really was a trap," Ling Tongwei said softly, glancing at the kitchen door.

“Mm.” Shui Qi nodded in agreement.

The cupboard was covered in dust, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time, and there were no tea sets inside. The fact that the hunter opened and then closed it suggests that he didn't know what was inside, meaning he wasn't the owner at all.

There were signs of habitation inside the house, indicating that they had only recently moved in, but it was just a simple place to live, like a hotel, purely for sleeping, and they spent most of their time outside.

So here's the question: if they're not the homeowners, then who are they?
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