"Suit yourself."
Yan Xiao walked on without looking back.
Shen Hai had calmed down by now, too. He had almost never lost his composure the way he just had. No matter how the other players cursed him, insulted him, or even attacked him, he could ignore them and even find it amusing.
Yet being "helped" when he was weak... that was something Shen Hai could not accept at all.
"I used a Permanent Item. I wasn't focused enough, which was why his sneak attack succeeded."
Some indescribable impulse made him endure the pain and offer an explanation.
Yan Xiao did not even respond. He simply led the way in silence.
They moved slowly, because the bottom of this well was far too primitive. It was nothing but an open underground cavern, with slippery moss and icy droplets everywhere, both overhead and underfoot.
What intrigued them most, without question, were the paper figures placed against the walls.
These paper figures were lifelike, and they seemed... familiar?
Just then, a translucent shadow flashed past in front of them!
What was that?!
Yan Xiao turned his left hand over, and the Scalpel appeared in his grip. He watched the space ahead warily.
But soon, they realized that the things flickering back and forth ahead... seemed to be mere phantoms?
As though shrouded in thick fog, figures appeared in the hazy darkness, vanished, appeared again, and vanished again...
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...
As they watched, footsteps began to sound, too.
They seemed to be right beside their ears. Yet when they listened closely, the sound became faint and insubstantial, barely there, as though impossibly far away.
Yan Xiao cautiously stepped toward the flickering figures ahead. His hand passed soundlessly through one, causing no disturbance whatsoever.
They really were phantoms, but what kind?
Phantoms