Yun Xueqing’s expression was indifferent. “Since you’ve already been to Sister Ni’s room once, then go there a second time.”
Lin Zhi understood his meaning, and his eyes widened like copper bells. “You’re still going to go! We can’t go again. Do you know what happens if we’re caught… No, we’ll definitely get caught. If we’re caught, you’ll end up like this!”
Yun Xueqing nodded and gave two answers. “Dunked in a pig cage, or buried alive.”
Lin Zhi: “…”
He looked at Yun Xueqing’s terrifyingly calm demeanor and was momentarily speechless. He tried to persuade him again. “It’s not just that. You’ll be hunted by everyone in the town. You won’t be able to stay in this town anymore!”
They hadn’t found any clues on how to leave yet. Being chased by the entire town would be no different from seeking their own deaths.
Lin Zhi recalled his own experience and couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.
Yun Xueqing looked at his troubled expression and suddenly said, “If we’ll be chased by the entire town, then we’ll just escape the town.”
Lin Zhi was somewhat stunned. “You mean escape from this town?”
But when they had entered the Weird Domain, they were teleported here, so this place was undoubtedly within the Weird Domain’s coverage.
Weird Domains were dangerous, but at least they had rules binding them. Leaving the coverage of the Weird Domain meant facing Weirds that didn’t need to follow any rules. They would smell human flesh and blood and pounce without hesitation, devouring them completely.
Yun Xueqing only hinted at one point. “What if this Weird Domain’s coverage isn’t limited to just this town?”
The higher the rank of the Weird Domain, the stronger the Weird Power of the Anomalous Domain Lord, and the larger the coverage area.
Take Zhongse, the S-Rank Oracle. As a human, the domain he created wasn’t as dangerous as one created by a Weird, but even so, the area he covered was vast.
It spanned from the Livestock Yard to the Gambling Town, and even to the Blue Castle, with countless layers of hell constructed inside the Blue Castle for trials.
The Weird Domain they had entered this time wasn’t S-Rank, but only one rank lower, an A-Rank Weird Domain. Its coverage shouldn’t be limited to just this small area.
Moreover, that mysterious woman, Sister Ni—if she wasn’t an Oracle, then she was an outsider.
She wasn’t from this town, so she could only have come from the surrounding areas.
Yun Xueqing shared his speculation, and Lin Zhi sucked in a cold breath, his face turning ashen. “I stumbled in here by accident, and it turns out it’s an A-Rank Weird Domain? I’m dead. I’m definitely going to die.”
As a D-Rank Oracle, the highest difficulty Weird Domain he had ever entered was D-Rank. And now, he was thrown straight into A-Rank difficulty!
It was like playing a game where a newbie fresh out of the starter village was sent to fight the level 100 final boss.
Yun Xueqing looked at Lin Zhi’s dismal expression and offered some meager comfort. “Maybe this place isn’t that dangerous. You’ve been alive here for half a month, haven’t you?”
“Originally, hiding out was pretty good, but as soon as I took on a task, I nearly got myself killed.” Lin Zhi forced a dismal smile. “I guess it’s better for me to find a white silk cord and hang myself right here and now.”
Yun Xueqing didn’t say much about his negative attitude. After all, he had already told him a possible way to survive. What he did next was up to him.
Yun Xueqing asked about the places where Sister Ni often appeared and her home address, then bid farewell to Lin Zhi. He casually found a street stall, ate a bowl of noodles, and returned to the inn.
When he got back, the door to his room had already been opened. Sure enough, San Zhi was lying comfortably on his bed, sprawled out in a “大” shape, completely relaxed.
Looking at the wrinkled bedsheets from San Zhi lying on them, Yun Xueqing frowned. Fortunately, he didn’t have a cleanliness obsession, or he would have kicked the guy out.
Seeing him return, San Zhi sprang up from the bed. “Back? Did you find any clues?”
It was a cooperative relationship, after all. And from what Lin Zhi had said, this Sister Ni wasn’t easy to deal with. He didn’t plan to go it alone in the dark, sneaking into her room by himself, so he told San Zhi about Sister Ni.
A playful smile appeared on San Zhi’s face. “This Sister Ni must be an important figure. We can’t let any clues about her slip.”
Yun Xueqing: “What do you plan to do?”
“Nothing for now. We’ll hold our position,” San Zhi raised an eyebrow. Seeing the subtle change in Yun Xueqing’s expression, he added, “You’re not planning to follow that hothead’s example and sneak into her room in the dark to rummage around, are you?”
Yun Xueqing, who had indeed considered that plan once: “Of course not… Let’s go with the flow for now.”
“Exactly. This Sister Ni has plenty of information and knows how to fish,” San Zhi said meaningfully. “Even that hothead you mentioned, who wasted so much time, noticed something off about Sister Ni. It’s hard to say if she deliberately leaked the information to bait us.”
They were looking for the Mountains and Rivers Brush, and the tool Sister Ni used to paint faces was also a brush. It was too much of a coincidence.
Yun Xueqing also felt everything was too convenient. Rather than clues, it seemed more like a trap. It was better to hold steady and observe.
Once their discussion wrapped up, Yun Xueqing countered, “What clues did you find?”
“Me?” San Zhi pointed at himself. “My job is eating, drinking, shitting, and pissing. Finding clues is Fu Mi’s specialty.”
He cheerfully said something utterly irresponsible. “After all, Fu Mi is much better at finding clues.”
Fu Mi walked barefoot on the Persian carpet covering the floor. The fuzz on the carpet tickled a bit, and his feet involuntarily shrank back.
The owner of this house had a strange habit: no one was allowed to wear shoes inside.
Resisting the urge to put his shoes back on, he smiled harmlessly at the glamorous woman before him. “Thank you, Sister, for letting me stay the night.”
Dan Yunni’s scarlet-tipped fingers, freshly painted with nail polish, tapped her even redder lips. Her smile was enchanting. “No need to thank me. Having a cutie like you in my house puts me in a better mood and gives me more inspiration to create.”
“Create?” Fu Mi’s smile was innocent, seemingly naively asking, “Is Sister a writer? Or a painter?”
Dan Yunni pondered for a moment before answering, “You could say painter, I suppose. After all, I do use a paintbrush—just on people’s faces.”
Her gaze lingered on Fu Mi’s face for two rounds, deep and probing. Her final words carried a profound tone.
Fu Mi blinked his eyes, as if not understanding. “Like body painting? Or a beautician?”
“Neither,” Dan Yunni smiled generously. “I don’t know how to explain it to you, but maybe if you try it, you’ll understand what I mean.”
Thanks to his divination abilities, Fu Mi’s intuition was particularly sharp. A sense of crisis welled up in his heart, telling him not to agree, but on the surface, he looked pleasantly surprised. “Really? Would Sister be willing to try it on me?”
Seeing the bait take the hook, Dan Yunni was pleased inwardly but feigned restraint on her face. “Of course.”
Fu Mi’s face lit up with excitement, but the thrilled expression quickly faded, replaced by disappointment. “But Sister’s brush has to paint on my face, right? My skin is very sensitive. Anything I put on it swells up red for half a month and won’t go away.”
This excuse sounded like a cop-out. Dan Yunni scrutinized Fu Mi’s facial expressions and found his eyes and demeanor exceptionally sincere—no sign of lying.
Moreover, his face looked very youthful, with porcelain-white skin so fine that no pores were visible, almost like it could be broken with a puff of air. Being allergic to pigments seemed plausible.
Dan Yunni thought for a moment and asked, “How old are you?”
Fu Mi’s round eyes curved into crescents. Without blushing or panting, he said, “I just turned 18 this year.”
Said the 28-year-old man.
Dan Yunni didn’t suspect a thing. With Fu Mi’s baby face, people would believe he was 15.
Her scarlet fingertips tapped her chin. “Just turned 18? No wonder your skin is so tender… But if you can’t put anything on your face, I’ll have to find someone else.”
Fu Mi’s eyes and brows curved in a gentle smile. “If Sister needs a model, I have two friends. They’re really kind and would definitely be happy to help you out.”
Dead friends are better than dead me.
He was getting revenge for last night’s inn incident right now.
Far away at the inn, San Zhi sneezed. “Strange, we Weirds don’t catch colds… Could it be that despicable Fu Mi plotting against us?”
The two of them thought that way and waited at the inn for a bit. When they opened the door, sure enough, they saw Fu Mi’s smiling baby face.
Fu Mi said softly, “Sister Ni has an invitation. Going?”
San Zhi: “How did you know we’ve already learned about Sister Ni?”
Fu Mi kept his smiling face. “I believe with your abilities, you wouldn’t have accomplished nothing today.”
San Zhi, who had really done nothing: “Oh.”
Yun Xueqing looked up. “You’ve made contact with Sister Ni?”
“Yeah, want to go?” Fu Mi smiled. “Attend this Hongmen Banquet.”
The opportunistic San Zhi decisively refused, “Go ahead.”
Fu Mi nodded with a smile. “Good, the three of us will go.”
San Zhi said sternly, “I said I’m not going.”
“That’s not up to you,” Fu Mi’s tone was subtle. “Sister Ni has her eye on you. If you don’t go now, she might come looking for you tonight.”
Whether Sister Ni was human or Weird now was uncertain. If she was a Weird coming at night, it definitely wouldn’t be good.
San Zhi snorted coldly. “Am I supposed to be afraid of her?”
He, an A-Rank Weird, afraid of some Weird of unknown rank?
What a joke.
San Zhi straightened the wrinkles in his clothes, ensuring nothing was amiss, and said calmly, “Let’s head out now.”
Fu Mi nodded even more satisfactorily.
Though they were from the same organization, as a human, he naturally didn’t like San Zhi, who was a Weird.
But there was one thing about San Zhi that Fu Mi particularly appreciated: he knew when to go with the flow.
Thinking this, Fu Mi led San Zhi and Yun Xueqing to Dan Yunni’s house.
Knowing her rules, Fu Mi whispered, “Take off your shoes. She doesn’t like them.”
Yun Xueqing didn’t suspect anything and casually removed his shoes, placing them in the shoe cabinet. San Zhi, who had originally wanted to resist, simply followed suit and took his off.
The three entered barefoot. The carpet was a bit prickly. Yun Xueqing felt uncomfortable on the soles of his feet and shrank back when he stepped on something.
San Zhi noticed his odd reaction. “What’s wrong?”
Yun Xueqing was about to say he seemed to have stepped on something when the legendary Sister Ni emerged from the room.
It was already autumn. She wore a beige trench coat with a white liner inside, a beret with lace edges on her head, and carried a palette and brush holder in her hands. She did look somewhat like an artist.
Sister Ni nodded at Fu Mi. “These are the two friends you mentioned?”
San Zhi shot Fu Mi a glare: So it was you, you little punk.*
Fu Mi smiled on his face, ignoring San Zhi’s venomous glare, and said warmly to Dan Yunni, “Yes, these two are my friends.”
Things had reached this point, and there was no turning back. San Zhi felt thoroughly screwed over and could only swallow his broken teeth in blood. Gritting his teeth, he smiled at Dan Yunni. “Hello, Sister Ni. We’re friends of Baldy Fu.”
Dan Yunni was a bit surprised. “Baldy?”
San Zhi smiled. “My 38-year-old friend here went prematurely bald. What he’s wearing now is a wig.”
Fu Mi also smiled. “San Zhi, don’t spread rumors about me in front of Sister Ni and ruin my image.”
Where did this illusion come from that San Zhi knew when to go with the flow?
He was just annoyingly detestable.
Yun Xueqing watched the human and the Weird, each wearing insincere smiles like ferocious grinning tigers eager to kill the other. He wasn’t interested in their bickering.
He looked up at Sister Ni. “Didn’t Sister Ni want to give us new faces?”
Sister Ni had been enjoying their quarrel but snapped her gaze to him at Yun Xueqing’s words. “New faces? That’s a novel way to put it.”
Yun Xueqing said calmly, “The townsfolk outside all say Sister Ni’s brush has the power of ten cosmetic surgery hospitals combined—like a head transplant. So I call it changing faces.”
Sister Ni smiled. “Compared to the blunt ‘changing faces,’ I prefer the elegant term ‘painting faces.'”
She narrowed her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face. “Speaking of which, little brother, your bone structure is quite good. Judging by your skull, you should be a real beauty.”
Yun Xueqing remained unfazed. “I’ve been plain since the day I was born.”
Sister Ni didn’t believe him. She tilted her head, her long hair cascading over her chest. “You’ve used the Disguise Technique, haven’t you?”
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