Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

The long street was deserted, with gusts of cold wind blowing.

What should have been a thrilling survival journey was instead turned into something resembling an after-dinner stroll by Lin Xiao.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

The red-clad ghost walking ahead suddenly stopped and pointed to an inconspicuous wonton stall by the roadside.

The stall owner was a hunched old woman who was scooping a bowl of steaming wontons from a pot of boiling green foam. The aroma was enticing and looked especially tempting in the gloomy environment.

"Sir, would you like a bowl of wontons? Freshly cooked..."

The old woman raised her head, revealing a kind face.

However, before it could finish speaking...

"Pooh!"

The red-clad ghost exhaled a breath of ghostly energy and cursed.

"Are you blind?! Don't you even know who's here?! How dare you serve this junk food?"

"Your Majesty, that old scoundrel is wicked!"

The red-clad ghost turned to Lin Xiao and explained with a smug look on his face.

"These wontons are made with dead people's eyeballs, and the soup is made with corpse water. Anyone who eats them will immediately go blind and be stuck at this stall as its helper forever."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiao leaned over to take a look.

really.

What was in that bowl wasn't wontons at all; it was clearly a bunch of boiled, white-eyed eyes, their pupils still slightly moving, staring intently at him.

[All-Seeing Eye] Feedback: [Item: Human Eye Wonton. Return Rate: -100% (Blinding, Curse).]

"Tsk."

Lin Xiao shook his head in disdain and gave a serious evaluation.

"The ingredients are not fresh, and the hygiene conditions are extremely poor. This constitutes a serious violation of business regulations. Thumbs down."

Old woman: ???

It looked at the red-clad ghost exuding a terrifying aura, then at Lin Xiao who looked disgusted, its hands trembling as it held the bowl.

Where did this evil star come from?

Even the notorious local ghost "Sister in Red" has been recruited?

"And that one, Your Majesty, look at that lantern."

The red-clad ghost then pointed to a white lantern hanging under the eaves above.

"My second aunt is imprisoned inside."

Xia Chaoyue: "..."

Is this some kind of "sacrificing family for the greater good"?

"You can't stare at that lantern for more than three seconds, or your soul will be sucked in and used as lamp oil."

The red-clad ghost explained, "My second aunt is a lecherous old woman who likes to seduce handsome young men."

As it spoke, it shouted at the lantern.

"Second Aunt! Close your eyes! This is the Emperor... cough, this is the King! Dare to look at me and I'll tear your lantern frame apart and burn it for firewood!"

The candle flame inside the lantern suddenly shrank, turning a ghastly green in an instant, as if it had been terrified, and went out immediately.

Along the way.

The red-clad vengeful ghost fully demonstrated the professional qualities of a "ghostly traitor".

"Don't step on this brick, there's a starving ghost buried underneath that bites your heels."

"Don't go into that inn. The proprietress is a hypocrite; if you go in, you'll be exposed."

"That night watchman was deaf, but he struck the gong in a rhythmic pattern: three long and two short gongs meant he had killed someone, and one long and four short gongs meant... uh, that meant he needed to pee."

Lin Xiao listened with great interest, his hands behind his back.

He would occasionally offer a comment.

"The road surface is poorly paved; it's full of potholes."

"This lighting is no good either; it's too dim and can easily breed crime."

"I'll have your city lord do some reforms later, maybe organize a 'Civilized Ghost City' competition or something, and improve the living environment."

The red-clad ghost nodded and bowed repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty's insight is brilliant. I'll go and write a proposal later."

Xia Chaoyue, who was following behind, was completely numb.

Watching Lin Xiao's leisurely strolling figure, the ambition in her heart had long since been fed to the dogs.

She originally wanted to find a teammate to share the firepower and borrow the power of her mythical partner.

And now?

They didn't even summon their partner; they just swept through the dungeon!

She's like a superfluous accessory now; her only use is probably as a backdrop for "Wow" or "Amazing!"

"Forget it, I'll just lie down."

Xia Chaoyue sighed, her tense nerves slowly relaxing.

Now that we've latched onto such a powerful patron, what more could we ask for?

This kind of dungeon experience where you don't have to fight or bleed, and you just have to follow behind and shout "666" seems pretty appealing.

only……

As Xia Chaoyue watched Lin Xiao's retreating figure, a deep sense of apprehension crept into the depths of her eyes.

It can make a sixth-order evil spirit so humble and subservient.

This Lin Xiao is definitely not just someone who got lucky and obtained a Mythical Partner.

He himself is a monster.

"Get lost! Are you blind?!"

Just then, several blind wandering spirits suddenly darted out from in front of him, trying to get close to Lin Xiao.

Before Lin Xiao could even frown.

The red-clad ghost instantly bristled, its ghostly aura erupting as it transformed into a red shadow and charged forward.

"Slap! Slap!"

Several slaps landed, sending the wandering spirits spinning in place, their souls becoming noticeably weaker.

"You've offended the King! You've all lost your souls!"

The red-clad ghost stood with its hands on its hips, roaring menacingly.

The wandering spirits felt the oppression from the superior evil spirit, and they were so frightened that they ran away in terror, crying and screaming as they scurried into the cracks in the wall.

Turning around, the red-clad ghost put on a fawning smile again.

"Your Majesty, a few little mice, did they disturb you?"

Lin Xiao nodded in satisfaction and casually tossed out a comment.

"sensible."

The red-clad ghost laughed so hard that two ounces of powder fell off his face, as if he had received some supreme reward.

This act of borrowing the tiger's power left Xia Chaoyue speechless.

Are ghosts this cunning these days?

In this eerie yet harmonious "tourist" atmosphere, the two people and the ghost traversed the long streets of the outer city and gradually ventured deeper into the inner city, where the fog was even thicker.

Sudden.

"roar--!"

From the depths of the fog ahead, a desolate roar suddenly erupted without warning.

Immediately following was a series of heavy, thunderous footsteps.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The earth trembled, and even the funeral banners by the roadside shook violently.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding roar, a terrifying aura several times stronger than the red-clothed vengeful ghost swept over us like a tsunami.

Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly.

The All-Seeing Eye was instantly activated, and a golden stream of data flooded the depths of the pupil.

Before he could even see what was in the fog.

A round, chubby figure burst out of the mist as if launched by a cannonball.

He was a fat man.

Wearing a tattered Taoist robe and clutching a broken peach wood sword, his fat body trembled violently as he ran, leaving afterimages.

He ran extremely fast, his feet seemingly using some kind of shrinking-the-ground-to-inch footwork technique, each step covering seven or eight meters.

But from the mist behind him, a huge, hairy, rotting hand was reaching out and grabbing at his buttocks, just centimeters away!

"Help!!!"

The fat man let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

He looked up and saw Lin Xiao and Xia Chaoyue standing in the middle of the road.

That instant.

The despair in the fat man's eyes instantly turned into the ecstatic joy of seeing his own father.

He didn't care whether he knew him or not, nor did he care whether Lin Xiao could save him.

As he ran, he shouted a heart-wrenching sentence at Lin Xiao.

"Bro!! Help me!!"

"Do you want a wife or not?!"

"Just say the word! I'll bring it to you right now!!"

Lin Xiao: "...?"

Xia Chaoyue: "...?"

The red-clad ghost: "...?"