The Trial Game of Life – Chapter 165

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Chapter 165: The Secret

T/N: 4 new characters have been added to the Character Guide. I’ve also decided to update the looks of Theodore and Lancelot to make them even prettier (￣▽￣).

The news from the game hall eventually reached Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng. Jin Cheng pondered for a moment and concluded: “Maybe it was thanks to the Power of Faith that I managed to overtake Leng Miao.”

Tang Cuo: “Did you bring it out with you?”

“Well, more than 10,000 points of Power of Faith have been accumulated and are still there, but I don’t know how to use them.” Jin Cheng was also a little surprised. He thought that this Power of Faith was something specific to the dungeon only. Little did he expect that it could be taken out of the dungeon.

The top five positions on The Red List rarely changed, and compared to newcomers like Tang Cuo, it was much harder for the so-called elites to achieve any breakthroughs in terms of strength. Since this Power of Faith helped him directly overtake Leng Miao, it shouldn’t be underestimated.

Tang Cuo said: “You may not be able to encounter a character like Lancelot in future dungeons. If Power of Faith is so potent, let’s see if we can collect it in Yong Ye City.”

Jin Cheng joked: “Are you training me to be a con man?”

Tang Cuo had given this some serious thought, and eventually, he concluded that Jin Cheng might really have this sort of talent.

With his left-hand man Chi Yan and right-hand man Wen Xiaoming, one of whom provided verbal support while the other provided technical support, this one gang would be enough to dominate Yong Ye City.

It was rare for Jin Cheng to see Tang Cuo in a trance. He became quite curious, especially when Tang Cuo suddenly gave him such a scrutinising look, as though they were meeting for the first time.

“Have you finally found your boyfriend handsome?”

“.”

Him being handsome was true; him being narcissistic was also true.

Tang Cuo went straight back to his room to rest, and Jin Cheng tagged along with a smile. Jin Cheng clung onto him from behind like a koala, following him into the bathroom in a half-coaxing, half-begging manner.

So heavy.

Tang Cuo wanted to knock him away with a headbutt, but thinking about the hardness of Jin Cheng’s chest, he gave up the thought.

“You want to squeeze into such a small bathroom?”

“Then shall we get you a bigger one next time?”

“Annoying.”

“Tsk.”

Well, you have to keep loving me.

After all, I’m a handsome, kind-hearted man.

On the other side, Leng Miao also received the news and his face turned dark, as if Jin Cheng had just stolen 8 million points from him. Ever since he was sent to jail by Jin Cheng because of the East Cross Street incident, nothing had gone smoothly for him. Just as he was back on the list, he was overtaken by Jin Cheng. He felt like he was getting sick.

Yet Rong Yi wanted to go look for Jin Cheng to discuss a few things.

“You go by yourself.” Leng Miao said, then thought again: Although Rong Yi and he were friends, they weren’t that kind of friends. Why did they have to do everything together?

So he said even more decisively: “I’m not coming.”

Saying so, he directly opened a spatial rift and left.

Rong Yi shook his head helplessly and set off to find Jin Cheng. He had no idea if they had returned. If he could reach them, he would first tell them about Zheng Yingying and the 3rd Movement, so they all could come up with a plan.

Leng Miao, who had left by himself but didn’t know where to go, finally returned to Zone A. Passing by Chong Yanzhang’s former villa, he stopped and took a few looks.

The villa’s residents had now changed. They were unfamiliar faces that had probably just levelled up to Zone A and rented this place. With this new group moving in, all of Chong Yanzhang’s traces had been completely erased. Certainly, it wouldn’t be long before Yong Ye City totally forgot about this person — even if he was once inside the top ten of The Red List

How meaningless.

Leng Miao thought so and walked away.

About 15 minutes ahead was Lin Yandong’s residence. Leng Miao, who was feeling meaningless about everything, harboured no thoughts of learning anything new, but as he got nearer, he spotted an unexpected figure.

Actually, it shouldn’t be that unexpected. Because it was Mr. Crow.

Mr. Crow claimed to have 3,000 clones scattered everywhere in Yong Ye City. It was totally understandable that he turned up here. But then, looking at the way he stood at the treetop and stared at the garden villa, it was clear that he was spying on them.

Who was he spying on? Lin Yandong?

Mr. Crow also noticed Leng Miao, but he just let out a cold snort and lifted his head snobbishly, not caring in the slightest. One man and one bird remained completely quiet and did not intervene with each other, tipping the scale to a peculiar balance.

Leng Miao was even more convinced that Mr. Crow was spying on Lin Yandong, because this bird was usually very noisy, like a screaming chicken. Looking at how quiet he was now, it didn’t fit his ‘chicken’ settings at all.

As a result, Leng Miao, who had just thought of everything as meaningless, found everything interesting again.

Mr. Crow was very angry that this icy cold player kept staring intently at him. There was neither respect nor fear in his eyes for Mr. Crow. It was utterly offensive.

He finally couldn’t help but scream: “Look again and Mr. Crow will peck your eyeballs out!”

It’s really a noisy chicken, Leng Miao thought.

Mr. Crow didn’t get a response, but he seemed to understand something from Leng Miao’s eyes. He grunted coldly: “Don’t think you can get close to me with this trick. The great and smart Mr. Crow won’t be fooled by you stupid players!”

Leng Miao: “You thought wrongly.”

Mr. Crow: “How dare you say I’m wrong?!”

Leng Miao: “…”

Miao Qi, who happened to push the door open, was flabbergasted. How come he was seeing Leng Miao arguing with Mr. Crow at his door? The degree of confusion of this matter could make it one of the ten strangest tales of Yong Ye City.

When Mr. Crow saw someone coming out of the villa, he didn’t bother to continue arguing with Leng Miao. He glared at him fiercely, then flapped his wings and disappeared without a trace.

With a puzzled expression, Miao Qi looked at Leng Miao: “My mister invites you in.”

Leng Miao: “Lin Yandong wants to see me?”

“You’ll know when you go in. Please come in.” Miao Qi made a gesture of invitation. Although he wasn’t smiling and his expression was nowhere enthusiastic, his temper had become a lot more restrained compared to before.

It seemed that Lin Yandong’s broken arm had changed something in him. Leng Miao thought so, and after pondering for a quick moment, he casually followed Miao Qi inside.

In the courtyard full of roses, Lin Yandong was sitting under the flower stand in plain white home clothes. Although he only had one arm left, he was making tea in his usual calm and elegant manner.

“Please sit down.” Lin Yandong smiled and handed over a cup of tea just as Leng Miao walked in front of him, as though the timing had been calculated exactly.

“What do you want me to do?” Leng Miao went straight to the point.

“Rong Yi.” Since Lin Yandong knew Leng Miao’s temper, he didn’t beat around the bush. “I have a secret about Rong Yi. It’s your turn to help me retrieve a piece of movement.”

Leng Miao suddenly frowned.

Lin Yandong smiled: “You don’t have to rush to give me an answer. Think about it carefully. You don’t have to worry that the movement will bring conflicts with others. The movement I will ask you to get is still inside a dungeon and hasn’t been discovered by others. As for Rong Yi’s secret, you can choose to listen to it by yourself.”

Leng Miao: “What secret?”

Lin Yandong: “Once a secret is revealed, it’s no longer a secret.”

Leng Miao was very suspicious. Lin Yandong was a shrewd man. When they went to see him in jail before, he never said a word. But now he called him here alone to make a deal. What was he planning?

Was it really just about one movement?

How did he know Rong Yi’s secret?

Leng Miao: “Why should I believe you?”

Lin Yandong: “Of course, you can choose not to believe me, but when you walk out of here, the deal will automatically be voided. It doesn’t matter to me whether you know Rong Yi’s secret or not, right?”

Leng Miao: “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll tell others about the deal after I get out?”

Lin Yandong felt helpless. With Leng Miao’s personality, this was certainly possible. But it was simply a matter he had no control over. He picked up the teacup, smelled the tea, skimmed off the foam and said: “Then just think of it as though I’m giving you a movement.”

Leng Miao couldn’t help but maintain his silence. Lin Yandong could be so calm, yet he couldn’t. When it was a matter concerning Rong Yi, there was no way he could stay completely calm; otherwise, he wouldn’t have remained friends with Rong Yi after knowing that Rong Yi had kept a secret from him.

At the very least, Leng Miao believed that this secret wouldn’t harm him.

“I refuse.” Leng Miao’s answer wasn’t so decisive this time round, but he didn’t hesitate for long either. Lin Yandong wasn’t surprised. He only asked: “Why?”

Leng Miao: “No particular reason.”

There was no point in talking further.

Lin Yandong smiled and said: “I won’t force you. But since you don’t want to do it, I can only find someone else.”

Leng Miao’s eyes narrowed at once: “What do you mean?”

“Literally. I want that movement, and if you don’t help me, I can only find someone else. As for Rong Yi’s secret, I have no obligation to keep it for him. Leng Miao, you have your friends, and I have mine. Rong Yi’s secret has dragged Xiao Tong into this.”

Xiao Tong?

Leng Miao became more and more suspicious. It was clearly Rong Yi’s business, so how could it have something to do with The Warden? Could it be that Rong Yi’s so-called secret was that important? If other people knew about it…

Leng Miao was still struggling here, and Mr. Crow, who had been driven away by him, came back and stood on the roof next door, watching them quietly.

“Hm, this group of greedy, restless players never stop.” He muttered softly as he swiped his wing a few times in front of him as if checking something. A long time later, he grinned with joy: “The 3rd, the 4th, the 7th at The Warden’s place… One by one, they’ve shown up, haha.”

He shook his head again: “Which one are they talking about that hasn’t been discovered by others? The 8th? The 9th?”

If it weren’t for the limitation of Mr. Crow’s authority, he would’ve wanted to fan out the remaining two movements with his wing. It would be more interesting to let these hateful players fight for them.

Suddenly, he froze. He stared into the void for a long time. When he finally sensed what happened in the distant dungeon, he jumped up happily and paced back and forth on the roof: “Hahahahaha, so the one A28377 mentioned just now is the 9th Movement. All the movements, whether they’ve been taken or not, have now surfaced. Mr. Crow feels happy just thinking about the poor lambs fighting over them until they all bleed to death.”

So happy.

So very happy.

It would be best if they all died, so that no one would dare to disrespect the God he loved.

Miao Qi, who was standing in the yard with his arms folded and looking up at the sky, was very lost — what has happened to this chicken recently? It had been going crazy around his house on a daily basis, but it was especially unhinged today.

It was definitely not a good thing, but the mister said not to pay attention to it, so Miao Qi could only watch.

At this juncture, Leng Miao finally made a decision: “I agree to help you. But you must promise that you will reveal Rong Yi’s secret only to me.”