Chapter50

Watching Zhao Qi analyze things step by step, the bullet comments fell silent.
[I swear, this guy's too smart for his own good. If the one up ahead was a normal person, all your theories about Dungeon 9's rules would be perfect!]
[Dude, this is a dungeon, and the guy up front is literally a mental patient…]
[Zhao Qi: Damn, I'm so fucking clever!]
[This stream is solid educational material now: Before you try to analyze someone's behavior, check if they're actually insane.]
[Who would've thought—tiny little Dungeon 9's gone and gathered all the hidden dragons and crouching tigers.]
…
Jiang Che led the two of them to the single house, then reached out and knocked on the door. "Mom, Dad, I'm home!"
His eyes were bright with excitement—just having to say hello before he could go look for his wife was making him thrilled.
The dull knocking rang out—dong, dong, dong. No one answered from inside, but the sound of dragging footsteps could be heard.
Zhao Qi's hand was already reaching behind him for his gun. He stood behind Jiang Che, raising his pistol to aim at the door.
No matter who opened the door, he'd start with a show of force!
Only by showing force could you control the situation.
The door ahead slowly opened; a shadowy figure appeared in the crack.
A filthy slaughterman outfit, still crusted with blood. A grim, white skull-stitched mask appeared, the dark pits of the eyeholes staring out blood-red.
In that instant, Zhao Qi felt sweat break out all over his body. A chill raced up from his feet straight to his head.
His hand gripping the pistol was trembling uncontrollably.
The stream viewers also suddenly felt suffocated,
[Even knowing what happens, seeing this scene is still suffocating.]