The corridor inexplicably suddenly became quiet. After a while, Drunken Night laughed, 'Could it be the boss?'
'It must be,' Xiu Qi looked up at the ceiling above them, thinking that Mo Wen was right above them and couldn't help but pull out a smile.
'Ah, we've finally found the boss. If we don't find him, we'll be drowned in the tide of corpses.' Drunken Night sighed with emotion, pushed Zhao Yining aside, and stood up to stretch.
The previous gentleness on his face was gone, replaced by an odd smile.
'Tide of corpses?' The guard lying on the ground, trying to get up, froze.
'Well... when we arrived, the city had already issued an order that there were signs of zombies gathering in the Land of the Dead's (Sixth) District, and there would be a zombie tide within the next three months.' Drunken Night kindly explained to the guard, then pulled out his dagger without changing his expression and pierced his neck directly. 'It would be good if you took this as the last piece of news you would ever know in your life.'
He turned around and withdrew his dagger, while bringing up a long trail of blood.
'Xiu Qi, how about you let me kill the people you don't want to kill? Put everything to good use.' Wiping the blood droplets that had splattered on his face, Drunken Wuyue smiled and looked back at Xiu Qi, 'After all, I do believe in your beliefs.'
Upon hearing this, Xiu Qi rarely raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt his hair stand on end, and along with a gunshot, a tingling sensation came from his shoulder.
'Ah!' Zhao Yining screamed, covering her mouth.
Xiuzhi lowered his eyes and could clearly see the bloom of blood on his shoulder. He looked back and saw the guard hiding in the corner aiming at his head. The chains on his arms quickly detached from his body like snakes, and in the blink of an eye they wrapped around the guard who had sneaked up on him, strangling him in two movements.
'See, I can still kill when I need to,' Xiu Qi seemed to smile, and a crazed look flashed across his handsome face, so fast that Drunken Night didn't see it.
Ignoring the arm that was bleeding profusely, Xiu Qi's first action was to take out a large piece of compressed biscuit and shove it into his mouth.
The use of supernatural powers is extremely taxing on the body. If one does not eat to replenish energy after using one's powers extensively, even the most powerful of supernatural users will become extremely weak.
'Well, to be honest, I really didn't notice when a guard was hiding there,' Drunken Night said with a smile, and at first glance it was hard to tell if he was being sincere or not.
Noticing the already-red shoulder of Xiu Qi, he stepped forward and supported Xiu Qi's arm, ruthlessly pressing down on his wound without mercy.
Xiu Qi let out a muffled cry of pain, but he just frowned and didn't say anything, and one hand unintentionally pinched the burn scar on the back of his other hand.
The next second, the wound on his shoulder began to heal at a very fast speed, and it soon returned to normal.
Unlike Xiu Qi's ability to control objects, Drunken Night's superpower was very sacred—healing.
'People like you with this ability are like demons with angel wings.' Xiuzhi coughed and moved his arms a few times.
'You healed yourself and you're still here mocking me, do you have any emotional intelligence?' Drunken Night took out some food and took a big bite before saying, 'You should feel blessed to have such a good partner as me.'
'Tsk,' Xiuzhi ignored him.
Drunken Night, however, glanced at the scar on the back of Xiuzhi's hand, and with a half-smile, raised the corner of his lips, 'I was saying, do you want me to heal the scar on the back of your hand as well?'
'No need,' Xiuzhi's eyelids drooped faintly.
'Please save us!'
At that moment, the women in the prison suddenly began to cry out for help in unison, one after the other, sticking their hands out through the bars of the prison to try to grab onto Drunken Night and Xiuzhi's clothes.
'You were all quiet just now,' Drunken Night looked teasingly at the woman who was grabbing his trousers, and laughed as he crouched down, "why are you begging for help now?'
The woman shaking for help shook her head with tears in her eyes. Zhao Yining, who had not spoken up until now, spoke up in a low voice, "The guards in front are still alive, they are not sure if you are good people.'
'We killed the guards, so we're the good guys?' Hearing this, Drunken Night couldn't help but smile, and a hearty smile once again hung on the corner of his mouth, "I like this definition of a good guy.'
'You saved us, so you're the good guys!" The woman who had just grabbed Drunken Night's pant leg said hoarsely, her voice as creepy as a witch who had lived in a castle for a long time.
'In that case, I definitely have to save you.' Drunken Night's face still had a hearty smile on it, but he firmly stepped on the hand of the woman who had previously grabbed his trousers.
The woman let out a piercing scream, and a faint cracking sound came from her hand bones.
'But have you got something wrong?' Drunken Night ground his foot hard, and with one hand he squeezed his own neck and laughed, 'Even if we kill the guards here, that doesn't necessarily mean we're saving you.'
With that, Drunken Night finally lifted his foot and walked up to Zhao Yining's face, watching her as she stared at him in disbelief, and reached out and grabbed her hair.
'Let's put it this way, in my eyes, you're still just merchandise.'
From the corridor came the hearty, sunny laughter of Drunken Night, accompanied by the sobbing of the women, which made people shiver.
The salvation these poor women thought they had found was just another kind of hell.
Xiu Qi had long since become accustomed to watching Drunken Night go crazy here. He walked over to the guard who had just attacked him, and frowned as he stared at the wall there.
'Is there another way out of here?' he asked Zhao Yining, who was like a withered leaf in Drunken Night's hands.
Zhao Yining shivered in fear, then said with a trembling voice, 'Behind the wall is a staircase.'
'There was a staircase here originally?' Xiu Qi frowned. He had always thought that there was only an elevator here.
He reached out and felt the wall, and when he found an irregular bulge, he pressed it without hesitation.
The next second, a door opened on the left side of the wall. It was dark inside, and a staircase was connecting the upper and lower floors.
'What's on the next floor?' Xiuqi asked again.
'The next, next floor should be for children...and the place where the guards live is also on the fourth floor.' Zhao Yining was already shaking uncontrollably, and her swollen face, coupled with her frightened expression, looked somewhat inexplicably comical.
Children? Xiuqi's face didn't look like it had reacted to the news, but his scarred hand moved around a bit.
Very satisfied with Zhao Yining's knowledge of the times, Drunken Night casually closed the door on her and carried her into a cell. He walked over to Xiuzhi and glanced inside.
'Are we going to go up to find the boss or go to the next level?'
'The next level,' Xiuzhi said indifferently. "The boss will come down eventually, so let's go down first.'
'Come on, you're the one who wants to go down," Drunken Night teased, patting Xiuzhi on the shoulder. 'Then let's go down.'