After Princess Anping's story ended, the ten people in the tomb passage fell silent for a long time.
Even Liu Ji Shan, who usually said whatever came into his head, wore a deep frown and a wistful expression.
The more people lacked something, the more they wanted it.
As it happened, these ten outsiders from the modern world lacked everything. In today's society, all that bullshit about love, freedom, and living wild and unfettered existed only in social media posts. All anyone really carried inside was the pressure of surviving modern life.
So after hearing the story, they all felt a little wistful longing. They did not need to be the protagonist-even being Old Dog Xu, who had only visited the Capital once in his life, would have been nice.
At least that guy had the leisure to shoot the shit and make bets with Li Mu.
After a long silence, Number Three, Xing Tao, was the first to ask, "We could discuss it. What clues did you all pick up from that story?"
"Discuss my fucking dick." Liu Ji Shan scoffed. "Everyone here is thinking about how to kill everyone else. What the hell is there to discuss?"
He had a point, so everyone fell silent again. Only the Coachman could not resist protesting, "Could you stop dragging everything below the belt whenever you open your mouth?! There are women here...!"
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? Did I give you permission to talk to me?" Liu Ji Shan cursed bluntly.
"Fucking moron." The Coachman had figured it out: this man was definitely a Chaos Faction player. His personality was extreme, and so was his foul mouth.
But the Coachman felt that anyone who called him a complete idiot could not be very smart