Master of Kaidan-Chapter 512: Partner and House

"Contempt? Why? Do you despise the red-faced bald man’s actions or his words?" Feng Xuexin pondered internally, yet showed nothing on the outside. Though he acknowledged he could forcefully break the game, it remained unnecessary.

Compared to blowing up the game completely, he was more interested in observing this veteran’s strategies for future reference.

The woman with a noose around her neck didn’t respond to the bald man’s question, and the beer-bellied student didn’t interject. During the brief silence, distrustful powers grew, and at this moment, the man who previously knocked on the door to summon Feng Xuexin suddenly spoke up:

"You say she’s either stupid or evil, but aren’t you no better? Have you forgotten how KP refers to ghosts? Partners! This term isn’t used to describe enemies. You see, in this game, trust isn’t placed in players from the same game, but rather in the ghosts that possess each person!"

"Nonsense! Who hasn’t been nearly killed by their own ghost before entering this game?" The bald man’s emotions were evidently flustered as he retorted, but aside from the green-faced man, no one responded to him.

Seeing this, the bald man’s face turned red, but he pressed on:

"I’m saying this for your own good. Even if ghosts are indeed players’ weapons, there needs to be a method to utilize them. Can you persuade your ghosts? Can you make them stop harming you? If you can’t even do that, then thinking about partnership is pointless. Better to find a way to set them elsewhere and ensure your own survival first!"

The bald man’s words once again caused several fence-sitters to waver, and Feng Xue could acutely feel the turbulent emotions around the round table, though the only ones truly showing noticeable disturbances were the pale, corpulent man, the green-faced man, and the woman wrapped up tight.

"This means the three of them are true novices. The remaining four, one cunning old fox, one acting high and mighty with a bit of information, and the other two, currently seem likely to be unfortunate souls taken over by their spirits—of course, they could also be experiencing effects of special spiritual entities."

Having assessed the situation, Feng Xuexin felt the atmosphere was ripe. Seeing the student still unwilling to speak, he took the initiative:

"Each party has their point, and we newbies are inexperienced and cannot see clearly. None of you three could present a plan. Even if we wanted to choose, we wouldn’t know where to start. Why not each of you clearly state your plans? Let’s all understand clearly, shall we?"

With these words from Feng Xuexin, even the student began to nod. The red-faced bald man looked somewhat taken aback but still nodded and said:

"My idea is simple—keep the information private. Everyone just shares the type of ghost they carry, and players possessing relevant information can trade privately. This way, each player only knows about the ghost they are dealing with and the information to counter the ghost they possess. After that, it’s all up to individual skills."

The woman with the noose responded immediately, objecting: "His suggestion is clearly about forming cliques for mutual slaughter. I think we should disclose all information publicly. This way, if anything happens, everyone will know who did it. Then the group can attack together, providing a form of deterrence."

After the two spoke, the office worker who had knocked on the door seemed contemplative before finally saying:

"I support keeping the information private, but I oppose forming cliques and the idea of exchanging ghosts’ ’houses.’ I don’t want to become someone else’s ghost’s house, nor do I intend to abandon my partner."

"By your logic, you mean to wait until the ghost kills you, huh?" the red-faced bald man taunted, but the knocking office worker simply added:

"Oh, I forgot to mention, spiritual bodies can devour each other and grow."

At this point, the knocking office worker shut his mouth, and Feng Xuexin distinctly sensed a hint of anger emanating from the beer-bellied student.

"So, is it like raising Gu?" Feng Xuexin thought to himself, having figured out the core interests of these players. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

The woman with the noose wanted all the ghost-banishing information, possibly just her own share.

The red-faced bald man desired information about each person’s ghost, considering the issue of raising Gu, likely to select the first target for his own ghost to devour.

The beer-bellied student clearly understood about raising Gu, yet maintained an indifferent bystander demeanor, showing disdain for the red-faced bald man’s probing—which indicated he might have already deduced other players’ ghost characteristics based on external traits and was planning his moves in secret.

The stance of the knocking office worker was quite peculiar, making him the person Feng Xuexin could least see through.

However, aside from those three novices, it seemed everyone else had methods to control their ghosts, or they wouldn’t be discussing so calmly here.

But speaking of which... it was uncertain how long those three novices could last.

Feng Xuexin’s gaze shifted to the green-faced man, for from the beginning, he had shown the most anxiety. If anyone was the most likely to die first, it was clearly him.

And this glance confirmed Feng Xuexin’s guess, as the handprint on his neck appeared deeper than before.

Noticing Feng Xuexin’s gaze, the clearly incredulous green-faced man regarding the three explanations stood up, looking desperately at Feng Xuexin:

"You seem so normal; you must have a way to counter ghosts, right?"

As soon as these words fell, everyone’s eyes focused on him, their expressions turning strange.

No one had considered this possibility before, but now, Feng Xuexin, who had been somewhat inconspicuous all along, indeed seemed a very weird entity—especially to the beer-bellied student, who appeared as if he had suddenly uncovered a major secret, his emotions even containing a trace of fear. Feng Xuexin didn’t know what he was thinking, but simply spread his hands calmly, saying:

"Don’t overthink it. I know absolutely nothing about this ’Game.’ As for why I’m so composed—well, because my ghost is rather special. At least for the next three days, I’m sure I won’t die. So do whatever you want, just don’t bother me."

"That’s impossible! Only those certain to die due to ghostly possession enter the Mysterious Game! That’s an absolute rule! You must be lying!" the red-faced bald man suddenly stood up, then stated emphatically:

"I bet you’re not even possessed by a ghost. You said the newbie game was supposed to switch ’houses,’ so why is every ’house’ already full? Turns out, you’re the empty house!"

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