The Old Man Who Told Stories
"Are we still going to meet up with the other Players?" Tao Chengxin asked as they followed the girl in the white skirt.
Besides them and the dead Shen Tai, there were also Wang Qiao, Gao Baimei, and Tang Yuan.
"Of course not," Sun Jirou said. "Those three aren't trustworthy, especially Tang Yuan."
"The two Players who held him hostage the day before yesterday were probably killed by him."
Tao Chengxin wasn't really being so kind as to want to bring the others along. She was worried about something else. "The Dungeon's Third Task is to find something. Aren't there too few of us with just three people?"
"Other Players we hadn't seen showed up yesterday and followed us, too." She looked at Xu Huo. "Was that Player with Tang Yuan?"
"Do you want to know?" Xu Huo asked, his meaning unclear.
Tao Chengxin couldn't tell what he meant. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Actually, I don't want to know that badly."
The girl in the white skirt, walking ahead of them, smiled. "If you want to know, it's simple. Three groups came to see me yesterday. The first was a man and a woman. The second was a ruthless man. The third was fairly polite and gave me money."
"Mr. Xu must know all three groups. You put a monitor on the umbrella you gave me, so you must have heard our conversation."
Tao Chengxin and Sun Jirou both looked at Xu Huo. His expression was now completely different from yesterday's. They had both felt something was off earlier, but they'd been too tense to realize what it was. Now, with the girl in the white skirt's reminder, they understood: he'd been playing dumb!
Xu Huo didn't deny it. He'd already