Chapter 148 Angelina's Tea Party 17

She grabbed the cabinet handles with both hands, her voice filled with helplessness and distress, yet also carrying a very obvious sense of schadenfreude.

"There's nothing I can do about it~"

"But it doesn't matter. You were my dear Guest before, and in the future, you will still be my dear Servant~"

Before she had even finished speaking, the cabinet door was yanked open!

The inside of the cabinet was quiet and completely normal; there was nothing there except for a wardrobe full of clothes.

The smile on Angelina's face instantly froze, her eyes staring fixedly at the cabinet, and her hand gripping the cabinet door tightened abruptly.

Not here?

She had searched every place in the entire room where a person could hide. She had been certain that Lin Xiangjun would be hiding in the cabinet, so she had intentionally left the cabinet for last, just to experience the feeling of toying with a mouse while playing cat and mouse.

But who would have thought, it wasn't even in the cabinet.

Angelina's face turned livid as she checked every place once again.

This time, she was not like before, with elegant and gentle movements; her actions were rough and violent. She tossed and turned things, the bedsheets were lifted and piled up on the bed, and the expensive furnishings in the room were mercilessly tossed about.

However, she had to admit the most important point—Lin Xiangjun was truly not in the room.

"Damn it, she clearly came in. I can feel it. She entered and didn't leave through the door, so where is she hiding?! Why can't I find her at all?!"

Angelina irritably tugged at her hair, and suddenly, her movements stopped.

"Could it be... she used some kind of item?"

Angelina frowned, finally realizing that something was wrong.

Her place was only a two-star instance, and the weird world had only descended for a month. At this moment, most people were still wandering in one-star instances, and only a small number of people had the ability to challenge a two-star instance.

The leaderboard? How many people are on the leaderboard? How many people are there in the whole world? Even the tail-enders on the small national leaderboards are heaven's pride, one in a thousand or even one in ten thousand existences among the general public.

Although Angelina's instance had many benefits and many people wanted to come in and give it a try, it was still a two-star instance, and very few people truly made up their minds to enter; most were just ordinary people who had stumbled in by mistake.

Let alone those on the leaderboard, even those who were slightly stronger or had more items were few and far between.

Therefore, she had made a misjudgment regarding Lin Xiangjun's strength—before this, she hadn't even considered that Lin Xiangjun might have items in her possession.

"Consider her lucky." Angelina snorted coldly. Having gained nothing and holding a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent, she kicked the mattress hard and gritted her teeth, saying, "She was lucky to escape this time, but next time, or the time after that, I don't believe she can always be so favored by the Goddess of Luck!"

Angelina, who still didn't know what kind of opponent the system's heaven-defying matching mechanism had matched her with, vented her anger on the mattress before storming out of the bedroom.

Lin Xiangjun watched all of this quietly.

She reached out to wrap the cloak around herself, jumped down from the cabinet silently, and followed behind Angelina through the corridor.

At the critical moment, she had taken out the cooled-down Invisibility Cloak and draped it over herself, and the moment Angelina opened the door, she grabbed the top edge of the cabinet and climbed up.

Angelina's cabinet was packed full of clothes, and these dresses had very large skirts, so even if she had worn the cloak and hidden inside, there would have been a very obvious indentation.

Facts proved that Lin Xiangjun's choice was very correct.

Not only had every possible hiding place been searched, but later, when she couldn't find anyone and became irritable, Angelina would just throw whatever she picked up behind her. Objects were flying all over the room like flowers scattered by a goddess, and at that moment, no matter where one stood in the room, it was inevitable to be hit by the debris.

And the Invisibility Cloak could not hide sound.

In other words, as long as she was hit by something, her tracks would be exposed the next second, violating the rules and leading to punishment.

Fortunately, the place she was hiding was high enough, and Angelina was just throwing things casually without much force, so she hadn't been hit while on the cabinet.

The location of the tea leaves and the sugar cubes had been determined, and she had some leads on Angelina's situation; the only missing piece of the information puzzle was the Black Bow Tie Servant and the White Bow Tie Servant.

Lin Xiangjun followed Angelina at a distance, looking at the long suture line on the back of Angelina's neck, and then remembered the photo hanging in the living room.

Angelina and that woman whose face could not be seen clearly.

She pulled her cloak tight and followed Angelina into the study.

The original study had bookcases on all four walls, and at this moment, on the wall directly facing the door, two bookcases opened to both sides like sliding doors, revealing a pitch-black, downward-leading staircase behind the bookcases.

Gusts of cold wind blew from the staircase, carrying the scent of rot and dampness, as well as... the aura of the weird world.

Feeling the concentration of the weird world's aura, the corners of Lin Xiangjun's mouth curled up slightly.

Finally.

The aura of the weird world, which was almost non-existent in the rest of the house, finally reached its peak concentration here; the wind blowing from below the stairs seemed to have substance.

Look at this momentum, look at this concentration, look at this pollution; this is what deserves the title of a two-star instance.

All the aura of the weird world in the entire instance was here; in other words, all the pollution of the entire instance was here.

Below here was the location of the Instance Master.

Lin Xiangjun followed Angelina for two steps, and the speed of her physical weakness increased visibly to the naked eye; the closer she got, the more severe the loss of stamina became.

It was like this even before stepping onto the downward stairs; if she really walked down, she would probably be unable to even crawl on the ground after two steps.

Following her down was no longer realistic, but Lin Xiangjun was not panicked.

She pulled out a Tribute Card from that stack, not knowing what it was, and threw it to the side.

Lin Xiangjun was currently holding a button-sized micro-camera in her hand; she planned to create some noise to attract Angelina's attention, then take the opportunity to stick the camera onto her dress so she wouldn't have to go down.

The plan was very good, but unfortunately, her luck was really not very good.

She did indeed take out the Tribute Card, did indeed release the tribute, and did indeed create noise that attracted Angelina's attention.

However, there was a small problem in the middle of it.

The Tribute Card she had taken out was a doomsday RV that could be called a mobile fortress.

At this moment, amidst the flying dust and wood debris, Angelina stared dumbfounded at the black RV that had suddenly appeared in the room and then forcibly smashed her home's bookcases and walls down. The expression on her face was like a Rubik's cube practiced by an elementary school student, twisting and changing, unable to form a normal expression.

"What on earth is... this thing?"

"Who smashed my house down?!"