Based on Zhang Yuanqing's experience, the most frightening thing about a dungeon like this, where one had to survive for twenty-four hours, was running around like a headless fly, wandering here and there before danger descended and sent him back to the Spirit Realm.
It wasn't like those dungeons with clear objectives that directly told you what to do and what to find.
So, Zhang Yuanqing first needed to know what dangers existed in this dungeon. Once he understood those, everything would become much simpler.
There was no rush to find Wang Xiao'er. He should first ask what the Cat King Speaker knew. Outside the door, Zhang Yuanqing pulled the small, exquisite Cat King Speaker from his pocket.
"You've been here before, right? Is there anything you want to tell me, such as information about this dungeon?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.
Silence was his only response.
This thing wouldn't behave without a beating. Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and gave it two hard slaps. "Think carefully!"
The battered Cat King Speaker emitted a crackling electrical hiss. The next second, 3D surround sound rang out all around him:
"Ahhh, Lord Demon Lord, be gentler..."
"Slap, slap, slap, slap."
Zhang Yuanqing's mouth twitched. Silently placing the Cat King Speaker by his feet, he took out the Bloodthirsty Blade, its edge chipped with a notch, and pressed its tip against the speaker. Expressionless, he said:
"So these are your last words? Very well. I'll send you to meet your former owner right now!"
His palm exerted force soundlessly, and the blade tip left a tiny mark on the Cat King Speaker's black metal casing.
The lewd sounds were immediately replaced by crackling static.
The Cat King Speaker gave in and began preparing the next audio clip.
Zhang Yuanqing maintained his threatening posture, though he