Chapter38

Maybe it was just him, but ever since he found his parents, everyone he met seemed much friendlier.

People used to have no patience for him. Now these folks could chat with arms around his shoulders.

Jiang Che led the three in another direction—he never forgot the roads he'd walked.

"Honestly, following him isn't a bad idea. I haven't memorized the entire Dungeon Nine map, just have a rough sense," Zhao Qi whispered to the others.

"Me neither. Never thought I'd end up in Dungeon Nine."

"There are too many Dungeons. I never bothered with maps. All I cared about was exit strategies, how to survive the evil spirits, and picking up special items before leaving," Wang Bing snorted at their map talk. To him, it was survival first; finding the exit could only come after staying alive.

All the exit clues would come to those still breathing.

Jiang Che couldn't really follow what they were saying, and the three made a point of avoiding him as they talked.

Sss-quish—

Sss-quish—

As they chatted, a thick, sticky set of footsteps echoed from behind.

The moment that sound hit, the trio's hackles shot up in terror.

Their eyes met for a brief second. No words. The three bolted, each sprinting as fast as they could.

Forget who gets to die first, or letting the obedient Jiang Che survive—every prior calculation was gone in an instant. Their minds were filled with just one thought.

Run for your life!

Get ahead of everyone else.

Jiang Che looked at them, baffled. Why were they suddenly running?