The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit sneered. Sharp barbs sprouted along her tentacles with a rattling sound as she said coldly:
"Oh? Is that so?"
Lynn said calmly, "First of all, I'm a caring doctor, and I have plenty of equally caring patients and customers. If I were gone and they couldn't find me, they'd be very sad."
"For instance, those two bald guys fighting to the death outside the alley right now are my loyal customers and good friends."
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit narrowed her eyes and sneered:
"Really? You mean that Witcher and the Black Knight? You think I'd believe your..."
Before she could finish speaking.
Click-
The sound of a safety being disengaged rang out.
Lynn slowly drew the silver Revolver from inside his coat, raised it with a smile, and pointed it at the ceiling. "You recognize this gun, don't you?"
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit jolted, her eyes narrowing at once. "That's..."
"The Witcher's Witcher Revolver?!"
She was very familiar with that flashy Witcher.
He had brought his two Witcher Revolvers down from the world above, and he never let them leave his side. He treasured them dearly.
How had this gun ended up in this boy's hands?!
Lynn held the gun up with a smile. "He's a fellow human, and an uncle who's very fond of me. He left this gun with me for self-defense. If I'm in danger, all I have to do is fire a shot, and he'll rush straight over to help."
"And he's right outside the alley now. It wouldn't take him very long to get here."
Achoo-
Outside the alley, a certain bald man sneezed violently.
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit narrowed her eyes, a vicious gleam flickering in them.
Lynn put the gun away with a smile, then pulled a thin, curly hair from inside his coat.
"What's that supposed to be?" the Blood-Robed Evil Spirit asked coldly.
The corners of Lynn's mouth lifted. He smiled faintly. "A token my Uncle Black Knight left me. A chest hair from his very own chest-the longest, curliest one of the lot!"
"My Uncle Black Knight said that if I give it a gentle flick, he'll sense it and come to my aid. If you don't believe me, we can give it a try."
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit stared blankly. "Ch-chest hair?"
Lynn adjusted his monocle and said with a calm, faint smile:
"Exactly. You can sense the aura on it, can't you? Uncle Black came to see me today and asked me to give him a haircut. He also left this token with me, saying there was a dark shadow between my brows and trouble might be coming my way. Looks like my uncle was absolutely right."
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit opened her mouth.
For some reason, she couldn't come up with a single retort.
"And if you know him, you should know perfectly well that my Uncle Black Knight cares a lot about his looks. If someone dared shave him bald, he'd definitely kill them, wouldn't he?"
The corners of Lynn's mouth lifted as he said:
"Think about it. Why am I still fine?"
"Can't you see that we're practically family?"
Achoo-
The other bald man outside the alley also sneezed, looking utterly baffled.
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit looked deeply shaken.
Her gaze flickered wildly as she began to waver.
Because what he said was indeed true.
She had fought that lunatic before. The Black Knight really was just as flashy as the Witcher. How could someone that vain possibly let another person shave his head without reacting?
And in that instant.
She suddenly recalled the long, messy hair this human brat had handed to the Scavenger not long ago.
Could it be...
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit grew solemn.
Sure enough, this human brat must have had connections to be able to run a shop safely in the monster-filled Dark World.
No wonder he was so fearless.
But...
"That's not right!" Her gaze darkened as she said:
"Don't try to fool me! Don't think I don't know they've been sworn enemies for centuries. If they're both so close to you, why do they fight to the death every time they meet?!"
The corners of Lynn's mouth lifted as he said:
"Madam, can't you read the room at all? Can't you tell..."
Lynn narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, "They're in a love-hate relationship?"
Achoo-
Achoo-
Outside the alley, the Witcher and the Black Knight sneezed at exactly the same time.
The Witcher immediately pointed at the Black Knight and snapped, "I was wondering why I kept sneezing! Turns out you've been cursing me in your head! You're fucking done for!"
Gritting his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, the Black Knight pointed right back at the Witcher and said:
"Cut the crap! You're the one slandering and mocking me in your head! I'm going to beat you into paralysis today!"
An instant later, the two bald men were brawling again, both wearing (〝▼皿▼) expressions.
Inside the room.
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit frowned deeply as she stared at Lin An, not daring to act rashly for the moment.
Although she felt as though not a single word out of his mouth was true, that chest hair and that Revolver did give her reason to believe his relationship with those two was unusual.
Lynn smiled faintly, propped his elbows on the table, and rested his chin in his hands, looking calm and utterly unruffled as he said:
"Enough about those two. There's also my teacher. Ask around and you'll find out. He's a ???-level being in Wandering Soul Alley. Who knows how many people he's cut up with that chainsaw? As his only apprentice and heir, do you think my teacher would just let a good boy like me die?"
He rolled his neck, loosened his collar, and said with a ╮(╯▽╰)╭ expression:
"Besides, Granny in Wandering Soul Alley is very fond of me too. She really dotes on me like her own grandson. I still have to care for her in her old age and see her off when the time comes. If such a clever, dutiful grandson died, just imagine how heartbroken she'd be~~"
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The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit gritted her teeth as she watched Lynn grow more enthusiastic with every word.
She didn't know why.
But she had an overwhelming urge to beat him to death.
"Oh, right."
Lynn changed tack with a faint smile, then drew a small, translucent piece of something resembling white jade from inside his coat. "Tell me..."
"What do you think this is?"
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit's gaze immediately landed on the object in his hand, which looked like a tooth fragment.
Her expression changed at once.
Because from that tiny white object, she actually sensed an indescribable Root-level aura.
"Th-this is..."
The corners of Lynn's mouth curved upward slightly as he said:
"Unfortunately for you, madam, you've heard of the famous Abyssal Headhunters, haven't you?"
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit shuddered, taking a step back almost instinctively.
Her gaze immediately locked onto Lynn.
The Abyssal Headhunters!
As a creature of the Dark World, she naturally knew them very well.
They were terrifying Root-level monsters that roamed the various regions of the Dark World year-round. Every time they appeared, they devoured countless living beings and vast quantities of flesh and blood.
Even king-level powerhouses of the Dark World had to give such beings a wide berth!
And unfortunately.
Just yesterday, several gathering places of dark creatures near Wandering Soul Alley had been devoured clean by those Headhunters.
She herself had barely managed to escape from one of those Headhunters' mouths last night.
Could it be...
Lynn adjusted his monocle with a smile and hinted:
"It looks like you know them. Then take a guess. With so many creatures dying around Wandering Soul Alley, why was Wandering Soul Alley alone spared?"
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