Black Humor

"Don't be so serious. This was black humor. You know black humor, right?"

Brother Octopus said to Chen Cheng with a face full of fake smiles.

"I hope this kind of humor only happens once."

Chen Cheng sheathed his sword, then grabbed Brother Octopus and set him back on his shoulder.

"Now that this place is nothing but an underground space, shouldn't we start looking for a way out?"

Chen Cheng was speaking to Brother Octopus. He was unfamiliar with this place, while this fellow had insisted on coming here. Since he had wanted to reclaim his power, he surely had to know how to get out.

Yet after waiting for quite a while, Chen Cheng heard no movement from Brother Octopus on his shoulder. He could not help shaking his shoulder.

"What are you doing? Point out a path already, or my sword might just slip out of my control."

"Well, um... you know black humor, right?"

Brother Octopus muttered softly as he lay on Chen Cheng's shoulder.

"Damn it, at a time like this, you're still clinging to that black humor nonsense? Point out the way already, or we'll be having Iron Plate Octopus in a moment."

Chen Cheng surveyed the surroundings as he spoke.

"Here comes the black humor: I don't know how to leave this place."

The moment Brother Octopus said that, Chen Cheng truly had the urge to roast him alive.

"Don't get mad yet. I didn't know this place would turn out like this either. I had thought I could recover part of my power here, and even if we couldn't find a path, I could still force my way out with you two brats.

"But that's impossible now. This place is empty. It's not like I can conjure up a road."

Brother Octopus