Burning Death Eerie finally understood and gave an awkward laugh. "Oh, so that's what happened."
"Hey, I knew something was off with you. How could lines that damn vile possibly be yours?"
"I knew you were acting again. I was just messing with you, seeing how long you could keep it up!"
Ji Yan yawned. "Personally, I think you meant it every time you called me a beast."
[Timid Ghoul] also said awkwardly, "Little brother, I was just teasing you too."
Ji Yan said, "Brother Dan, I believe you."
Burning Death Eerie said, "That's some fucking blatant favoritism!"
As Tianma watched Ji Yan joke and trade barbs with his contracted eeries like friends or family, a subtle change came over his face.
It stood in stark contrast to the way he treated the eeries in the cages like livestock, slaughtering them freely and mercilessly.
But was that embarrassment on Tianma's face?
Of course not. He was simply puzzled.
How could a player and eeries develop that kind of relationship?
After all, in the Eerie Game, the two were merely passing strangers who used each other for their own benefit...
Tianma rubbed his brow and interrupted with two coughs. "Perhaps we should discuss business."
[Blood Shadow Wedding Dress] took in the atmosphere and slowly said, "Carry on."
"If anything else happens, I'll come out immediately."
With that, she returned to the [Oil Paper Joy Umbrella].
That final remark had naturally been directed at Tianma.
Spirit of the Pen nodded to Ji Yan and also returned to the [Cursed Grudge Brush].
Ji Yan held the [Cursed Grudge Brush]. What had originally been a pencil had now become a writing brush with a bamboo handle.
The resentment within it had grown deeper...
This was indeed Spirit of the Pen's payment for the "performance."