"That young master is about to die. Stop covering his wound; you're crushing his flesh."

"Really?"

"Nonsense." He Yu thought for less than a second before replying, "Besides, his liver was spilling out. Are you blind?"

His voice was calm, as if what was about to happen was no big deal, just like the disaster that had just occurred—negligible dust.

Number Three looked up at him. At first, he couldn't understand why He Yu always acted so indifferent, but now, upon closer inspection, it was no longer as incomprehensible as it had been when they first met.

He's like a GM who can predict how the game will end, so as someone who has the overall situation under control, he has to be the calmest person in the team, and even in the most desperate situations, he has to come up with the most rational solutions and always remain ruthless.

Jerusalem's night is much darker than anywhere else, so there must be someone like this.

Number Three wanted to say something more, but ultimately didn't.

He Yu turned around and chatted with 659 for a while. It told itself that it was a waste to consume the group of dog-faced snake-bodied monsters that it had eaten earlier as life energy. They could run out of the alternate dimension at any time. If he liked to unleash dogs to bite people, he could use that trick in the future.

Good lad, that's exactly what I've been waiting for. Using those damn old threads, my fingers are about to break.

Gikonno fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss. Number Three let him rest his head on his lap. He Yu really didn't want to disturb this guy and was secretly saddened, but still said, "The smell of blood will attract monsters. We can't keep him with us."

Well, the truth is he was too lazy to take a deadbeat along. Now that he's finally rid of one of his burdens, and the other guy seems more reliable than the original, he might be able to make use of him.

No one answered, but he had clearly agreed with the statement. Someone who had survived several rounds of a play was not unaware of this principle; he knew what the situation was.

Number Three tidied up the weapons scattered in the hall. Gikonno was lying on the ground, and he put another spear in his hand, even though it wouldn't help much.

After that, they continued forward. Sometimes He Yu felt that the exit was getting closer and closer. This was probably not an illusion. The space in the underground palace was becoming larger and was trending upwards.

Along the way, they encountered another group of survivors. When they found those idiots, one of them died—a reckless guy with a .40 caliber pistol. When he saw He Yu and the others, he was so excited that he was pulled down by something while swimming across the underground river. Before anyone could react, several streams of blood and bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, and that was the end of it.

It's almost a ridiculous tragedy.

Inside the underground palace, He Yu exchanged a few words with the newcomers, introducing themselves to each other. The leader was called Woodstock, the one holding the shield was Kreet, and the last one in the group, with a face full of excrement, was called Marden. He had heard that he had just lost his beloved, and the way he died was similar to that idiot who had just fallen into the water.

Everyone suggested taking a break on the spot, and no one objected; they were all tired, except for that one heartless fellow.

He Yu laid out the wires to prevent any strange creature from suddenly jumping out and biting a hole in someone's head, spilling brains all over the ground.

He squatted by the underground river, not at all worried that something might ambush him from inside, and said to Number Three, "Do you know what kind of background that guy has?"

"His background is that of a wealthy man." He knew he was referring to Gikono, and after a moment of silence, he said, "On several occasions, he played the role of Schessen, deliberately avoiding me when choosing sacrifices for Beelzebub."

"Try to think positively." He Yu unusually comforted Number Three: "Well... at least he won't die such a gruesome death. I mean, swallowing molten iron and then having all his muscles ripped off, losing too much blood is a relatively easy death."

"I once met a mentally challenged man somewhere. He had a younger brother to support. He desperately wanted to live, but he couldn't escape death."

"It must be very dangerous there too," Number Three asked.

"It was alright, anyway, I killed him."

"Can you two talk about something that a normal person could understand?" someone nearby said.

At that moment, something sticky emerged from the surface of the river, a sight that clearly startled some people. Woodstock opened his mouth as if to say something, probably something like "back off."

He Yu was helpless. He couldn't sense any other living creatures in the water, unless the things inside were the same as those mutated creatures.

Everyone was on edge. He stood up, picked up the number three spear, and poked it into the underground river. The contents of the river were immediately pulled up.

Those were all human limbs, such as chewed bones and internal organs, and it looked like a large part of them had been swallowed whole. He Yu could also clearly see a thigh corroded by gastric juices, with the outline of instruments faintly visible on it.

Someone suddenly realized that those were the limbs of a dead teammate.

Marden vomited immediately, and it's unclear what this scene reminded him of, but it was probably his companion who had already become digestive matter. He Yu thought to himself, if anyone survived this, they would have experienced a baptism in the style of Yan Leisheng.

In his view, everyone should just keep quiet for now and pretend to be in pain and sorrow. It's fine to pretend, because he really doesn't want to listen to these people anymore.

But clearly some people don't think that way.

Kreet laughed nervously, then said in a tearful voice, "Before he participated in the play, he specifically emphasized to me that his parents really hoped he could gain Beelzebub's approval, that every resident of Jerusalem should feel honored to be on stage, that they would be in a big room watching their child act out the script. Do you think they would really be happy to see that? That's..."

"Can you guys please stop talking about this fucking bullshit?!" Woodstock snapped.

Number Three stood in the middle of the group, his face pale. He also felt nauseous, but he held it in.

He Yu glanced at him and said, "There's a natural vomit pool right next to you, feel free to do as you please."

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "I tossed him a spear before I left. It was light, and Gikonor could swing it."

Do you think he can survive?

“Beelzebub praised him, saying that Ghikno was the bravest man he had ever met, and that a play wouldn’t easily kill off a character with such a distinctive personality,” Number Three said cautiously, as if worried that someone would shatter his illusions, but he received no rebuttal.

He Yu wanted to say something, but he sighed and ultimately decided to let it go.

That's it. People always need to keep some lingering dreams. This breath can stay with them until it's time for them to face death. Only then will they realize that everything that happened before was meaningless.

They should have died joyfully long ago.