Players' Dinner
Mrs. Ma wasn't annoyed. She blew him a kiss, then swayed away.
Back in her room, she couldn't wait to tell Mr. Ma what had happened. "Xu must be a Cannibal Player. The only question is whether He Pu sent the invitations. If he did, he ought to be on our side."
Mr. Ma shook his head. "Not necessarily. If he sent the invitations, he wouldn't have said nothing when he saw us yesterday."
"Could it have been the butler?" Mrs. Ma guessed. "That mute looks pretty capable. It'd be bad if he was setting a trap for us."
"He's just the butler. If he and He Pu don't see eye to eye, and he's powerful enough to kill invited guests while the owner can't do anything about it, then he should be the owner here. Would He Pu still be alive?" Mr. Ma said.
"So are they working together or doing their own thing?" Mrs. Ma couldn't make sense of it. "When we bought the invitations, they said there'd be something good here. It doesn't look like that at all. Why don't we leave and try to get tickets somewhere else?"
Mr. Ma's expression darkened. "We've already skipped one instance. If we still don't get tickets, the danger level of the instance we're forcibly sent to in two months will be even higher. What's the difference between that and throwing our lives away? Compared to those high-risk instances, this is only a D-class instance. It's nothing!"
"Besides, there's danger in every instance. Even if everyone in the castle is a cannibal, that doesn't mean they'll help us. In short, don't trust anyone. Play it by ear."
Xu Huo's vague hint had heightened the Ma couple's sense of danger. They didn't show their faces all afternoon, and Xu