The images of the manor's past came to an abrupt end there. A faint glow flickered, and the manor returned to its original silence.
"Ms. Yao and Wang Xiaohui were good friends." The painted woman held up the Communicator.
Wang Chengren looked at her with an indescribable expression. Good friends?
That word could never apply to those two.
But...
"So she hadn't really wanted to kick Xiaohui out..."
Even Wang Chengren could see that Yao Nan had been deliberately teaching Wang Xiaohui. Simply giving her a comfortable life wouldn't make things better for her. She'd lost her parents too young, and with her physical disability, she might suffer even more once she grew up.
Yao Nan had been in a difficult position since childhood. Her experiences had made her unhappy, but they had also left her exceptionally clear-eyed. In her own way, she'd told Wang Xiaohui that anyone who approached her might have an ulterior motive, and that she should be wary of everyone—even those who seemed kind.
That was how the weak survived.
"Someone died. What did she do with the body?" Wang Chengren was puzzled. The person had worked at the manor, so someone would surely have come to investigate their disappearance. Yet he hadn't heard a thing.
Xu Huo looked at the manor, now peaceful again. Wang Xiaohui's shadow had disappeared once more.
But given what he'd just witnessed, it was hard to directly link Yao Nan to the creation of this Dungeon.
No matter how cold-blooded Yao Nan was, her thinking was understandable. But a Dungeon's creation required the right time and place. If Yao Nan had undergone an abnormal Evolution and become powerful enough to influence a Dungeon's formation, then whether it was by choice or not, she should have become a Player.
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