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

Chapter 662, Section 2.5, Chapter 7: The House of Silk and the Dollhouse

"Didn't you say there was a door here? Why can't I open it?" Xin Bai rubbed the wall, trying hard to push it open, but it wouldn't budge.

Fei frowned slightly as he watched Xin Bai's actions. Ling Tong sighed helplessly and reminded him, "This is a sliding door."

"Huh?" Xin Bai was stunned for a moment. His fluffy ears twitched slightly. He subconsciously put the back of his hand under his thin lips and stuck out his tongue to lick it. Then he suddenly realized that he seemed to be in human form, so he slowly put his hand down.

"I'll open it." Ling Tong stepped forward and gently placed her hand on the door, then moved it to the side, and the door opened.

"Sliding doors are more appropriate for such a small space because they don't take up much space," Ling Tong explained when she saw Xin Bai's puzzled expression.

Xin Bai responded with a sudden realization, indicating that he understood.

"It's supposed to be a doll museum, but I haven't seen a single doll yet," Xin Bai said, following behind the two, swaying her long, fluffy tail and looking around.

A crisp "tap-tap-tap" sound came from afar, then grew closer and closer.

Xin Bai's fur stood on end instantly. "What...what is that sound?"

"High heels. According to the map, we're almost at the exhibition area," Ling Tong said slowly as she opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a heavy object fell, and at the same time, thick, scarlet blood splattered all over the ground, with some even dripping down like raindrops.

"How disgusting!" Xin Bai took a few steps back as if her hair had been bristled, really not wanting her clean fur to be dirtied.

Ling Tong frowned slightly, but her expression didn't change much.

Fei, smelling the pungent odor of blood, suddenly sensed something and covered his mouth, gagging involuntarily. How strange… He used to not feel much even when seeing corpses covered in blood, so why did the smell of this blood make him nauseous?
“It’s not human blood,” Xin Bai said, his sense of smell sharp. “But it’s not animal blood either. It feels more like blood from a mixture of multiple races, not from a single organism.”

Ling Tong glanced at Xin Bai but didn't say anything.

Xin Bai rubbed his furry ears, his fur standing on end, and said, "What kind of look is that! Even if I was raised domesticated, I'm still a beastman. I've received this basic wild training, okay!"

The clatter of high heels echoed continuously in the space, adding a touch of suspense and horror to the scene.

Fei stared quietly at the mass of flesh and blood in front of him, which was faintly writhing, and frowned slightly.

A voice suddenly came from behind them, "Hey, are you guys here to participate in the dungeon too?"

Just as the hand was about to touch Fei, Fei, without turning around, pulled out his stick and struck the hand, then took two steps forward to distance himself from the hand.

The man stretched out his hand, his wrist twisted and clearly broken, but he seemed oblivious to the pain and continued walking towards them with his hand outstretched.

His steps were unsteady; he appeared to be walking on flat ground but was actually levitating, completely suspended in mid-air.

Ling Tong said in a low voice, "They've been controlled."

Xin Bai crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the puppet with disdain. "It's not dead, but its brain has been almost completely taken over. Even if you save it, it will still die. You can decide for yourselves whether to kill it or not. If I make the move, I will definitely kill it."

Fei and Ling Tong exchanged a glance. Neither of them spoke, but they simultaneously drew their weapons and charged at him. Ling Tong cut the threads binding him, while Fei smashed a stick into his head, knocking him unconscious.

With the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, the two of them almost simultaneously put away their weapons.

Xin Bai gave an exaggerated whistle, glanced at the two with interest, and said, "Two non-humans showing kindness to humans, I commend you. But even if you do this, he'll still die once his brain is eaten. You might as well kill him first and let him be free." Fei seemed to have thought of something, his expression suddenly softened, and he said, "No one has the right to decide the life or death of another." So if someone is in danger, he will save them no matter what, but what happens to them afterward is none of his business, because he has no obligation to continue taking responsibility.

“So you’re not mute after all.” Xin Bai blinked and laughed. “But how do you know he wants to live? He didn’t ask you for help, did he? Just as you said, ‘No one has the right to decide another person’s life or death.’ If he didn’t ask for help, it means he didn’t want you to save him. If you save him, wouldn’t that be deciding his life? That’s a contradiction.”

Fei lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought, not answering Xin Bai's question.

Ling Tong pointed out, "This is a paradox. Fei can simply act according to his own understanding."

Fei turned to look at Ling Tong, seemingly surprised that he would say that.

“As long as you have emotions, you can’t think purely rationally; you’ll always have subjective feelings. So just follow your own ‘morality’ and don’t worry about what others do. It took me nearly a hundred years to understand this principle. Don’t go down the same path as me.” Ling Tong shook her head, her expression tinged with sadness.

If it weren't for Mu Yegui's words some time ago, he might still be stuck in a rut and unwilling to wake up.

"You should look up and see the world. If you just look down, all you'll see is a bare ground. Only by looking up can you see the vast, clear sky and the free-flying birds."

So he looked up and saw a freedom he had never experienced before, so captivating that he didn't want to look away again.

"I think Mu Yegui should go preach; it's such a waste that he's like this now," Xin Bai muttered to himself, glancing at Fei and then at Ling Tong.

Ling Tong was slightly taken aback.

Xin Bai scoffed, mocking, "'No one has the right to decide the life or death of another'—only Mu Yegui could utter such a statement. A born strongman speaks with such arrogance. Someone who climbed up from the weak could never say such a thing, because if they didn't kill and eliminate their enemies, they would be the ones to die. Only a born strongman can speak such arrogant words from such a high position."

"Do you hate Mu Yegui?" Ling Tong asked.

“No, quite the opposite.” Xin Bai shook his head, a smile on his handsome face that was hard to decipher, as he looked up at Ling Tong and Fei.

His sun-kissed, healthy bronze skin seemed to shimmer, and a pair of fluffy ears stood upright on his snow-white, tousled hair. He twitched his ears, and his sandy-gold cat-like eyes shone with a haughty and proud gleam.

He reached out and gently stroked his chest, feeling his heart beating, while his fluffy tail swayed softly behind him.

In the silence, the cat-eared boy's arrogant yet boastful clear voice slowly drifted over.

"That is the king I worship."

Xin Bai is a white tiger, possessing both the pride of a cat and the arrogance of a tiger.

In terms of personality, he can be described as youthful and impetuous, and he doesn't know how to repent for his mistakes.

He was beaten by the twins or Mu Yin and Mu Yegui because he deserved it, but even so, he never considered what he had done wrong.

In his mind, he could never do anything wrong, so he could never be the one in the wrong.

Xin Bai is such an arrogant and haughty cat who doesn't care about anyone. He dares to say anything and offend anyone.

Mu Yegui is the only one who can make Xin Bai willingly lower his head and submit. Even Mu Yin could not make Xin Bai submit. This cat is just that proud and stubborn.

The reasons for the submission will be discussed later in the chapter on Mu Yin.

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(End of this chapter)