Chapter 354 Safe House

Consciousness returned slightly, but the Joker remained lying on the ground without moving.

The body seemed to have been healed, and the injuries suffered during the battle were almost recovered, leaving only lingering fatigue and soreness in the muscles.

Is he still alive?

When this thought flashed through his mind, he did not feel happy, but rather terrifyingly calm.

As the sharpest knife in the dark alley, the Joker has brushed shoulders with death countless times. He came with hatred, but realized his own weakness at the end. He was able to complete the task when facing the astrologer Alvis, but when facing other mimics, he couldn't even seriously injure the opponent.

He can't do anything.

He can neither take revenge nor save humanity.

His previous persistence and hard work seemed like a joke. He was even more looking forward to the new owner of the strange mask than anyone else. He hoped that the other party would be stronger than him and a true genius.

With his eyes closed, the clown felt the warmth from the stone slab beneath him, and his consciousness returned... Wait, why did the stone slab feel warm?

A sudden voice sounded from a distance.

"It seems that Mr. Murray really likes the floor heating in the safe house."

It was the voice of the safe house heir.

Hearing the name, the Joker opened his eyes. It had been a long time since he heard anyone call him by this name.

The towering ceiling is painted with exquisite paintings.

The god holding a spear is being devoured by the devil, while the god's believers just kneel on the ground in a daze. It is obviously a tragic scene, but because of the painter's superb skills, the whole painting does not look scary. Instead, it is filled with a different kind of romance despite the surging blood.

The moment the clown propped himself up and sat up, his body tensed.

There were several strange bloated monsters around. Some had flickering cracks on their soft skin, while others had translucent appearances through which one could vaguely see their heads rising and falling in their bodies, which was extremely terrifying.

...Damn, how strong are these monsters?

When he woke up from his coma, he only sensed the breath of a person above him, and he didn't notice anything else.

There were more voices coming from behind.

"Do you like the painting on the ceiling as well? It was previously painted by vampire craftsmen. I wonder if you have ever come into contact with these nocturnal creatures. They have a very good aesthetic sense."

"If you like I can send you some photos, Mr. Murray, oh no, or should I call you...Wang Lei?"

When the words "Wang Lei" appeared, the clown, who was originally a little dazed, supported himself with one hand and stood up suddenly. In the blink of an eye, he turned around and took an attacking posture. There was no trace of dullness in his eyes.

His hand subconsciously reached to his waist and pulled out a dagger from the empty space, but the next moment, after seeing the situation clearly, he tensed to the limit.

The side hall was very spacious, with a low platform at the end. Dozens of monsters of all sizes stood respectfully on both sides. The fact that these monsters could perfectly conceal their aura was enough to show that they were not simple.

Countless gold coins and colorful treasures were piled on the platform, and in the center stood a luxurious and heavy golden chair. A familiar masked figure was sitting on it with his legs crossed.

What made the Joker nervous was not the sudden appearance of the successor, nor the monsters around him.

A huge black figure is hidden behind the golden seat.

He couldn't see the shadow's true face, but that didn't stop him from just taking a glance at it. His body began to tremble instinctively and a huge fear enveloped him.

The clown retracted his gaze and tried his best to make himself look less embarrassed.

Sitting on the golden chair, Xu Zhiyan twisted his body uncomfortably, feeling that the golden stool that the monsters had just brought out was a little hard, and didn't seem very suitable for sitting for a long time... No, it must be that humans didn't take this into consideration when they were evolving, how could gold be wrong!

But when he saw the clown's trembling wrist, he fell into deep thought again.

Is this too much of a fuss? That's not right.

Didn't the clowns rank high? The monsters were also very honest, how could they be so scared? Tsk, it seems that this ranking is very unrealistic.

However, the monsters have taken away all the remaining props from the clown. The additional space rules here should prevent him from opening the backpack. But this guy still managed to take out a dagger. He is quite good at hiding. I will let the monsters search him again when I get a chance.

In just a few seconds, the brains of the only two humans present were spinning rapidly, filled with all sorts of things.

Xu Zhiyan wanted to wait for the clown to adjust to the situation before continuing the conversation, but the ghost behind him suddenly spoke.

"Kneel down."

As he said this, the dagger in the clown's hand fell to the ground with a 'clang' sound, and the hard texture instantly shattered into pieces. He was also forced to kneel on the ground by the sudden gravity, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and he was gasping for breath as if he was having difficulty breathing.

Xu Zhiyan's body trembled, and he quickly turned around and waved his hands.

What the hell! Why did you kneel down?

He is an honest modern man, and he doesn't believe in feudal superstitions even at home. He makes such a big fuss just to show off his strength and force the clown to change his boss.

After seeing that the clown couldn't even raise his head, Xu Zhiyan leaned on the armrest and stretched out his hand, grasped the ghost's hand, and squeezed it hard.

Didn't you just promise to be obedient? Why are you making trouble again?

After a moment, he felt the other party pinch his palm back. Noticing that the clown's breathing gradually stabilized, Xu Zhiyan felt relieved and withdrew his hand.

The ghosts and gods sighed silently in the darkness.

The remaining touch on his palm restrained him.

Anyone who dares to point a weapon at Xu Zhiyan on His territory will pay a heavy price. If the clown had not been warned beforehand, he would have been dead the moment he took out the dagger.

Within the safe house, no one can harm Xu Zhiyan, even if they just have the idea.

His eyes fell on the side of his beloved's mask. The ghost stared at his lover without blinking, and the dark and violent madness in his heart was finally suppressed.

He couldn't help but think that his sweetheart was indeed the kindest person in the world.

On the other side, Xu Zhiyan didn't take this little episode seriously, but the ghost's sudden squeak scared people, so he waved his hand to let the monsters go down first.

It’s a pity that the monsters are particularly disobedient today.

It was arranged beforehand that when the monsters left, Otter Monster would come to deliver stools and pour tea, but the three little guys just opened the door, poked their heads in his direction, and instantly ran away with their fur standing on end... He was just wearing a bird-beak mask, was he that scary?

Forget it, the Otter Monsters are so cute, forgive them.

"Well, let's talk while standing."

There is no stool to sit on, so I can only stand. I don’t know if the other monsters will be willing to send me a stool, otherwise it would seem a bit awkward to have this conversation.

Seeing that the clown had lost his previous agility and staggered to his feet, Xu Zhiyan coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Wang Lei, 27 years old, was originally an orphan. He was adopted by the infertile couple Wang Yiming and Yang Qiu 21 years ago. Ten years ago, a tragedy occurred in the Wang family. All 45 blood relatives of the Wang family died. Only 17-year-old Wang Lei survived because he was studying abroad."

Just a few words, dozens of lives.

Asa found this information when she was checking Wang Ying's background.

At first Xu Zhiyan did not associate Wang Lei with the Joker. After all, like most other players, he had called the Joker the Joker since he saw him... The name Murray flashed by in the scarlet mirror because of the identity card given by the system.

It seems that in order to protect the privacy of the survivors, or perhaps because the Joker was once just an adopted son, there are no photos of Wang Lei on the Internet.

What really connects the two together is the question the Joker asked before he died.

'Why Gan Mi?'

It is well known that Gan Mi and Wang Ying are both very strong. It doesn't matter who you give the kill to, so why would the Joker ask, unless he wants to meet Wang Ying more.

An abandoned dying man with a huge hatred, Xu Zhiyan immediately asked Asa to re-check the information of the Wang family massacre, and finally found out the Joker's identity before he entered the game.

Xu Zhiyan's voice was calm.

After all, he still hadn't recovered his memory. He felt that he had probably been miserable in the past, and he might have been an orphan. How could he have any sympathy for others? Moreover, a person who risked everything to avenge his adoptive parents didn't need sympathy.

The air in the side hall seemed to freeze as it fell into a deep silence.

The clown whose past was revealed stood there, and after a long while he spoke in a hoarse voice: "I am no longer valuable."

The heir to the safe house in front of him possessed supreme wealth and unimaginable power. Just the two words from the black shadow contained enormous power that he would never be able to achieve in his lifetime. He didn't think that as a person abandoned by the dark alley, there was anything worthy of the other party's concern.

Xu Zhiyan supported his chin with some surprise.

There is not much information about the Joker in the past ten years, but his performance in the dungeon is obvious to all. He fights with all his might almost every time and never retreats.

He didn't expect that a man who seemed to have a strong will had reached the point of giving up on himself.

“There is still some value.”

As he spoke, Xu Zhiyan stood up, holding his cane and took two steps forward, saying in a light tone: "Of course, your remaining value means that you have no choice."

"Dark Alley cooperating with the main system is undoubtedly suicide."

"Although I don't really want to be a savior, it seems that you are not very capable now."

Xu Zhiyan sighed. He didn't like doing things that had no benefits, but he couldn't just watch the fight between the mimics and the main system affect human society. When he realized that he had become the tall man who was holding up the sky, he felt a little depressed.

He still has to make some profit, otherwise he can't be the savior.

"I will find a way to avenge you. There are two things I need you to do."

"First, go back to the dark alley with Dou Hongshan and report to me the details of the cooperation between the summoner and the main system, including the item upgrades and points promised by the main system."

Only by knowing the extent of cooperation between Dark Alley and the main system can he decide how to deal with the people in Dark Alley next.

"Second, tell me how to pass your power to others."

The Joker once told Jiang Huaique that after his death, he would pass on his power to Jiang Huaique, and Jiang Huaique would be the one to avenge him, but he was only talking about power and did not mention the item Weird Face that had the twelve-level mind-confinement skill.

Xu Zhiyan guessed that the other party must have realized that he had been abandoned by the dark alley at that time, so he left a way out.

Otherwise, after making the decision to die, he should have given the mask to Jiang Huaique.

There must be other ways for the Joker to become stronger in the short term!

Xu Zhiyan's heart was burning with anger.

Although he is not a weakling now, as his opponents become stronger, he finds himself being targeted by the system. No matter how hard he tries to catch up, he will still be a weakling armed to the teeth in the end... Damn it, he must find out how to transfer the extra power.

"Speaking of which, did the main system promise you that the Ghost Mask will not be taken away, and that it will be recycled and given back to the Dark Alley as long as you die?"

Otherwise, it would not be reasonable for the Joker to carry the most expensive weapon in the alley and die every day.

As expected.

After hearing the question, the clown nodded and said, "Yes, the Ghost Mask is bound to my soul. I must die so that it can be smoothly transferred to the hands of the new owner."

Props that cannot be stolen require more sacrifices.

However, compared to the following questions, he was very hesitant about the first piece of information.

"I can answer your second question, but... I'm not sure whether Dou Hongshan would agree. The summoner won't tell me this."

Seeing that the clown really had no attachment to the dark alley and that the betrayal process was unusually successful, Xu Zhiyan's tone became much more relaxed: "Don't worry about this, I have a way to persuade her. Come on, call Xiao...Chou's companion Dou Hongshan in."

The nickname Xiaocai came out so easily that I almost let it slip.

When Dou Hongshan was brought into the side hall, there were no monsters there. She behaved much calmer than the clown, but her expression was still as alert as ever.

"What's the matter?"

Xu Zhiyan's tone was extremely cheerful.

"The Dark Alley doesn't look like it's doing well. They've pushed you and the Joker out as targets, so I suggest you switch to our side and save the world with me."

These words were too straightforward, and Dou Hongshan's expression was slightly dull.

Before she could react, she heard the masked safe house heir above her speak again.

"The dark alley, the last round of the game, the mimic, the cooperation between the main system and the summoner... The Joker has confessed everything, so don't struggle anymore."

After the words were spoken, the clown standing aside was also dumbfounded.

He saw Dou Hongshan looking at him as if he were a traitor, and he froze in place, not knowing how to explain. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't say a word!

Wait! Is this the way to persuade people?!