To Lian Xiangyu and the others, the man in the black cloak seemed to appear beside "Number Eight" out of nowhere.
"Number Eight" was not short. He was much taller than Shen Dong'er, and even a little taller than Lian Xiangyu, yet the black-cloaked man who had suddenly appeared swept him effortlessly into his arms.
Shen Dong'er, Lian Xiangyu, and the others could only watch.
They had heard Lorimas's astonishing story secondhand, witnessed Jialan's legendary scumbaggery, seen the terrifying blue flames, and watched Lorimas seemingly turn into foam.
But compared with Su Bai, who had been fully immersed in this single-player game, Shen Dong'er, Lian Xiangyu, and the other surviving players were more like ordinary spectators. Though they reacted to the twists and turns of the plot, they were nowhere near as moved as someone who had experienced it firsthand. They merely breathed a huge sigh of relief once they realized the danger might be over.
Compared with the drama at the Lorimaris Hotel, Lian Xiangyu, who had already expressed his interest in "Number Eight" several times, was clearly more concerned with the scene before him. Rather than wondering why something like a "Merfolk" would appear in the Nightmare World, where vengeful ghosts ran rampant, he wanted to know who the man holding "Number Eight" was.
"What do you think their relationship is?" Shen Dong'er had always trusted her intuition. Even though "Number Eight" seemed to have lost consciousness, something about the relationship between him and the man holding him so carefully felt decidedly off.
"Wh-what relationship could they possibly have?" Lian Xiangyu was practically grinding his teeth to pieces. "A sneaky, shady guy like that is probably just some suitor whose feelings aren't returned."
"Are you talking about yourself?" Shen Dong'er was still curious. "Honestly, when I first realized