“This time, there are more survivors than the last time.” The man, who had disappeared from the painting, reappeared, his dark eyes coldly watching the crowd. “The strongest among you saved your lives.”
The strongest person?
Everyone unanimously looked at Foxin.
Foxin stood among the Buddhist disciples, his features handsome and his expression indifferent. Hearing the man’s words, he merely glanced at the man in the painting without any extra movement.
The others looked at Foxin with fervent, excited eyes. If they could, they might have rushed forward to cling to Foxin and beg for their lives!
Foxin, the son of the Buddha, the future master of the Buddhist capital, had unfathomable cultivation. To this day, no one knew who he was, where he came from, or how deep his cultivation was.
Although no one knew the answers to these questions, they knew that although Foxin was a disciple of the Buddha, he did not adhere to the Buddhist precepts.
Rather than calling him a Buddha, it would be more accurate to call him a demon.
Foxin was a person without heart or emotion, ruthless in his methods, showing no mercy to anything.
Because of this, they feared Foxin greatly.
Although they didn’t dare to rush forward to cling to Foxin for their lives, everyone decided that they must find a way to follow Foxin!
As long as they followed Foxin, their lives would be safeguarded!
“The third level of the tower will soon open.” The man smiled, seemingly in a good mood. “The third level will be a good place for you.”
Everyone: “!!!” A good place, seriously?
How many of them died in the first and second levels?
There will be even more deaths in the third level! How could it be good?
“Don’t be skeptical.” The man looked at the crowd’s angry expressions and smiled. “I can clearly tell you that no one will die in the third level. Not only that, but you will also receive some clues. By following these clues to the final answer, you can leave the third level.”
Most people did not believe the man’s words, but a few did. After all, the man had no reason to lie to them.
“The third level is opening. Good luck to you all.” As the man finished speaking, the familiar white light appeared again, taking them away from their original location.
…
“Rong Mian!”
A woman dressed in luxurious clothes, her hair disheveled, grabbed a child’s arm and shook him vigorously. Her entire state made her look like a madwoman.
The child, Rong Mian, who was grabbed by the woman, remained calm without any change in expression. Clearly, he was used to this.
“Rong Mian, how many times has your mother told you? You mustn’t make your father angry. Why don’t you listen?”
Rong Mian pressed his lips together, his expression serene as he looked at the woman, saying nothing.
Seeing his silence, the woman grew even more agitated and frantic.
“Are you mute?”
“Why don’t you speak?”
“What kind of monster did I give birth to?”
“Won’t cry, won’t laugh, what’s the difference between you and a puppet?” The woman berated Rong Mian like a madwoman. “If it weren’t for you, your father wouldn’t neglect me!”
“It’s all because of you, it’s all because of you, this monster, that your father fell in love with another woman!”
“Madam Rong.”
The small child blinked his dark eyes, looking at the crazed woman, and in his innocent voice, he said the most cutting words: “The favored concubine entered the mansion before I was born.”
“The flat-raising wife entered the mansion after you married into the Rong family. These two were already in the mansion before I was born. Why does Madam Rong blame me?”
Rong Mian’s expression remained calm, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He was genuinely curious and didn’t intentionally say those words to provoke her.
Is not crying or laughing really what makes a monster?
When he came into this world, he had no choice whether to come or stay.
“Madam Rong?”
The woman screamed and questioned Rong Mian, “Have you even forgotten how to call me ‘mother’?”
Rong Mian calmly looked at her, letting her scold him. When she tired herself out, he called for a servant to take her away.
Without the woman’s yelling, the small courtyard suddenly became quiet.
Rong Mian turned and walked away with a serene expression.
Huang Quan watched the child walk past her, his beautiful peach-blossom eyes showing a hint of curiosity. Was this child the target of the mission?
It was not yet certain if the child was the target, but Huang Quan decided to follow him.
Since the child walked past her without stopping, it was clear he couldn’t see her. She could follow him and see if she could gather more clues.
Just as Huang Quan was about to follow the child, two sentences suddenly appeared in front of her.
“Rong Mian, an important figure.”
“The task on this floor is to find out who turned Luoyou City into a ghost town.”
Huang Quan was a little stunned as she read the words in front of her.
A mission?
It seemed that this floor indeed wouldn’t cause any deaths, but…
Who turned Luoyou City into a ghost town?
Why was this the task for this floor of the tower?
That man controlled the ruins, and he was from Luoyou City. Given this, wouldn’t he know who turned Luoyou City into a ghost town?
He knew!
Since he knew, why did he make this the mission?
Who turned Luoyou City into a ghost town?
Why is this the task for this floor of the tower?
That man controls the ruins; he is from Luoyou City. Given this, wouldn’t he know who turned Luoyou City into a ghost town?
He knows!
Since he knows, why did he make this the mission?
Suppressing her doubts, Huang Quan took a step to follow Rong Mian.
No matter what, she had to follow Rong Mian. The words just now said, “Rong Mian, an important figure.” Combined with what the man said earlier about giving them clues, this must be the clue.
Soon, Huang Quan found Rong Mian sitting in a room reading a book.
Rong Mian looked about six years old, with delicate, jade-like features, extremely cute. However, his expression was not what a six-year-old should have.
Calm and indifferent, uninterested and incurious about anything.
Huang Quan walked over and sat opposite Rong Mian. The people conjured by the tower realm couldn’t sense anything unusual, so she sat there quietly, watching him read.
The characters in the book were different from the mainland characters Huang Quan was familiar with, entirely dissimilar. Before today, Huang Quan had never seen such characters, so she naturally didn’t know what they meant. But she could tell the book was special, not Luoyou City’s special. After all, when Rong Mian spoke to his mother, she understood his words, and the courtyard characters, though slightly different from mainland characters, were not hard to recognize.
Huang Quan looked at the book. Although she couldn’t determine its origin, she was sure it wasn’t from Luoyou City or the nation it belonged to.
Huang Quan couldn’t understand the characters, and Rong Mian didn’t speak while reading, so even after he finished the book, she didn’t know what it was about.
Rong Mian turned the pages quickly, almost glancing over the characters.
It wasn’t like he was reading; it was more like he had already read it and was just flipping through.
After finishing the book, Rong Mian stood up and walked to the bookshelf to put it back.
As Rong Mian reached to place the book, his sleeve slid down, revealing his fair, tender forearm.
