Excessive ferocity due to caution

This task is marked as level three to six.

Zhao Yi is currently at level three.

The mission mode uses a dungeon format, which means that once a player decides to participate in a mission, they must complete it!

Either complete the mission... or die!

Unlike previous butcher games, where players could simply run back to their guild headquarters and act like subservient while helping the butcher deliver food.

Players are absolutely safe there.

Even if the killer really wanted to kill the player, it wouldn't be possible!

But this task is different.

Any quest presented as a dungeon will inevitably transport players into a separate space-time!

The player has absolutely no way to escape!

Liu Ruoqing had already warned Zhao Yi that the danger level of the Great World missions in the Chaotic Realm would far exceed that of the dungeons. Moreover, since players only have one life in the Great World, unless there are special items like substitute dolls, once they die, they are truly dead and cannot be resurrected.

He was in no hurry.

Zhao Yi shut down the computer, leaned back in his chair, and gently rubbed his palms together.

His hands, where his fingers had been cut off, were incredibly itchy.

He tore open the gauze with his mouth and saw his severed finger regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

First the bones, then the nerves, capillaries, and finally the muscles.

In about three to five minutes, his hand was completely healed!

It's amazing, but in this bizarre world, it doesn't seem so hard to accept.

boom!

There was a heavy knocking on the door.

To be precise, it was more like kicking the goalposts.

Zhao Yi went to the door, opened it, and found a group of people with unfriendly expressions standing outside!

They looked fierce and menacing, staring at Zhao Yi with cold and mocking eyes.

Who are you looking for?

Zhao Yi asked the question knowing the answer already.

"I'm looking for you."

The tattooed man leading the smoking group had his nostrils flared higher than the sky. If the situation weren't so inappropriate, Zhao Yi would have loved to ask him what brand of shampoo he used to make his nose hairs so shiny and thick!

"I know this might sound childish, but it would be a shame not to give your thick, flowing nose hairs a fun hairstyle, especially considering how big your nostrils are, which are bigger than dermatitis."

As soon as Zhao Yi spoke, the tattooed man felt the blood rush to his head!

What a poisonous mouth!

He clenched his fists, trying to enter Zhao Yi's room, but it was clearly futile.

Not to mention him, even if the guild leader, Uncle Quan, wanted to get in, it would be impossible!

"You little brat, you've caused a huge mess and you still don't realize it, yet you dare to insult me ​​here?"

"I think you're tired of living!"

The man pressed himself tightly against the invisible wall at the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury!

Seeing the man's expression as if he wanted to devour him alive, Zhao Yi had a sudden thought and immediately took a huge durian from his coffee table and placed it on the ground by the door.

"This was a gift from Sister Liu. I wanted to eat it, but I couldn't find the tools. Since you guys are just killing time anyway, why don't you help me open a durian?"

The person outside the door gasped upon hearing this, staring at Zhao Yi as if he were mentally challenged, wondering what was wrong with him.

Anyone with eyes should know they're here to cause trouble.

This guy actually tried to get them to open the durian for him?

"You don't seem to understand your current situation... but I can mercifully tell you..."

The tattooed man, who was pressed tightly against the invisible wall, tried to make his expression as fierce as possible in order to intimidate Zhao Yi.

"No."

Zhao Yi decisively interrupted him, took a step back, and granted him access.

The invisible wall disappeared, and the tattooed man, unable to react in time, stumbled and fell headlong into the ground in front of him!

"Holy crap!"

He let out a strange cry and stared wide-eyed as he watched his forehead slam into a durian covered in spikes!

Splat!

The durian has opened.

It has a few traces of blood.

Zhao Yi squatted on the ground, looking at the durian that had been smashed into several pieces. He patted the tattooed man on the back of the head like he was patting a dog, and praised him:

"Your forehead is really something!"

"Have you practiced Iron Head Kung Fu?"

The tattooed man lying on the ground had never been humiliated like this by a newcomer before. He trembled all over, his mind clouded by anger!

"I'll train you to hell!"

Like a mad beast, he roared, slammed his fist on the ground, and was about to punch Zhao Yibang a couple of times to vent his anger. However, the next moment, he was thrown out of the room by a terrifying force!

It's like throwing out the trash.

It turns out that Zhao Yi had disabled room sharing permissions!

"Thank you for opening the durian for me."

Zhao Yi took a sip of durian and smiled at the tattooed man outside who was spitting fire in his eyes.

The tattooed man slammed his fist against the invisible barrier in front of Zhao Yi's door, and grinned maliciously:

"If you're so capable, then hide inside for the rest of your life..."

boom!

Before he could finish his harsh words, Zhao Yi had already closed the door, leaving him with a huge door number, 404.

The tattooed man's smile froze as he stared at the room number in front of him, feeling like his lungs were about to explode!

This newcomer... this newcomer named Zhao Yi...

Damn!

Damn!

Damn!

How dare he?

How dare you be so rude to me?!

Just as his face was dark and gloomy, an inappropriate laugh came from the side.

"Pfft!"

Hearing the sound, the tattooed man slowly turned his head, his face covered in durian marks, and faced one of his underlings.

What are you laughing at?

He said coldly.

The henchman immediately wiped the smile off his face and trembled all over.

"I... remembered something happy!"

The tattooed man approached step by step, his imposing aura making the skinny henchman gasp for breath.

"What's making you happy?"

"explain!"

The younger brother had a long face.

"Before coming in..."

"My wife...died in childbirth!"

"Old Wang next door cried even harder than I did!"

"Don't you think he's stupid?"

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly turned to him with a look of brotherly strength.

The tattooed man stopped blaming him, chose to forgive him, and walked downstairs with a belly full of anger.

"Keep a close eye on this bastard 24/7, I refuse to believe he won't come out!"

"This guy is someone the boss needs; don't be careless or negligent!"

"yes!"

A group of henchmen bowed low, weapons in hand, staring intently at Zhao Yi's doorway.

...

That evening, Zhao Yi, who was out for a walk as usual after dinner, was caught and taken to room 511 at the guild's headquarters.

A middle-aged man who looked gentle and refined sat in the room, slowly brewing tea.

He has a strong aura of authority.

"Was Weishan involved in this killer game with you?"

The middle-aged man slowly began to speak.

Zhao Yi replied:

"right."

The middle-aged man put down the purple clay teapot, glanced at Zhao Yi, and said indifferently:

"How did he die?"

Zhao Yi:

"I killed him."

"Why kill him?"

Faced with the middle-aged man's question, Zhao Yi fell into thought.

After a long while, he looked up and revealed a chilling smile.

"If you ask me who killed Xiang Weishan, I will tell you the truth: it was me."

"But if you ask me why I killed him, I really can't answer that right now."

"Maybe it's because...it's fun?"

As soon as he said this, the people around him subconsciously took a small step back.

Although they are all players above level 10, they shouldn't have reacted like this to a newbie like Zhao Yi.

But at this moment... they inexplicably felt a chill run down their spines!