Yin Chao turned to the Pig-Headed Man. "Why should we believe anything you say?"
The Pig-Headed Man offered no explanation, only a laugh in that polished broadcaster's voice. "I don't need you to believe anything. Even if you know what my heart is, you have no chance of killing it. Here, I am invincible."
Yin Chao narrowed his eyes. "Oh, is that because this is your dream? You died here once."
The eyes beneath the Pig-Headed Man's mask widened.
He was holding his emotions in check.
But Yin Chao gave him no chance to calm down and continued.
"Let me guess. You were a middle-aged, married member of the upper class, perhaps even with children. Someone introduced you to this den of indulgence.
After that, you became addicted to this place.
But the good times didn't last. You died on a mysterious underground floor of the hotel.
As for the cause of death..."
Yin Chao made a show of looking at the Pig-Headed Man's bloated lower body.
His gaze lingered on a certain distinctly male part.
The Pig-Headed Man finally couldn't help interrupting. "You're talking nonsense!"
But his rebuttal carried no force. He wanted to attack. If he tore this man's mouth apart, he would never be able to speak again.
The Pig-Headed Man reached out with his thick, powerful hand, but just before it reached Yin Chao, he found himself unable to move.
"What did you do?"
He was furious.
Yin Chao brought out the white scroll he had been holding behind his back. A line of tiny writing appeared on it, written while everyone had been absorbed in An Huai and Xin Ya's reunion and no one was paying attention to him.
"The Supreme God establishes order. Rule one: within the Mindscape, players must not be harmed."
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