Chapter 89 The Singer, Oh, Singer 22

"Sister Lin, I think Rule Six is wrong. Look, everyone here is wearing black clothes. If Rule Six were correct, wouldn't we have died a long time ago?"

Zhang Zhendong said this while observing Lin Xiangjun's expression, terrified that she might think he was questioning her.

Unfortunately, Lin Xiangjun was wearing a mask, so only half of her face was visible. Her expression was hard to read, and all he could see were her drooping, short, and thick eyelashes fluttering slightly, like a small broom for sweeping a bed.

"Yes, I also believe Rule Six is wrong."

Since she had decided to exchange rules, Lin Xiangjun certainly wouldn't hide her findings—though, of course, only regarding these two rules.

"Rule Twelve is correct. My prop was chased by the Songstress just now because it violated Rule Twelve. After I adjusted the decorations on her, the Songstress left."

Having confirmed one incorrect rule, Zhang Zhendong breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing. After I entered the instance, I saw that they were all wearing black, so I took off and threw away the chain decorations on my clothes. I even went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of ink to dye my hair black. Hehe, can you tell?"

Lin Xiangjun praised him, "Smart. The effect is very good; it looks just like the real thing."

Zhang Zhendong smiled and touched his hair, but ended up getting his hand covered in black ink, then embarrassedly wiped his hand on his pants.

"Then, Sister Lin, your rules were also found in the clean new house, right? We found our rules on the coffee table in a new house too. Do you think if every new house has rules, we'll have to rent the last room? Otherwise, we won't be able to get the last two rules, right?"

Lin Xiangjun thought of her perfume.

Actually, she could get them without renting the room.

But she didn't say anything.

After all, it was better to keep such sneaky little advantages to herself; there was no need to share the secret method.

"There might be other ways. After all, renting a room is quite expensive. A two-bedroom apartment with a one-month deposit and one month's rent is already 560. You'd have to enter two two-star instances to earn that much."

Mentioning the rent made Zhang Zhendong's heart ache.

"That's right. The rent is so expensive. After paying it, I don't have much money left, and eating has become a problem."

"The rewards for a three-star instance are definitely higher than those for a two-star instance. Sharing a room with a few people won't cost much underworld currency, and you'll earn it back once the instance ends." Lin Xiangjun offered a few words of comfort before steering the conversation back to the instance itself.

"My prop attracted the Songstress because it violated Rule Twelve, but the Songstress's punishment lasts a long time, leaving enough time to reflect on one's mistakes and correct them. Therefore, Rule Twelve is just a punishment rule."

Lin Xiangjun turned her head to look at Tiger Wang, who was holding the small note and reading it word by word, almost memorizing the entire thing.

"I remember that Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve who died by jumping off the building lived with you before. If he was suddenly grabbed and thrown down without a chance to resist, the rule he triggered might have been a death rule."

Other rules could be dealt with, but the death rule could not wait.

This was the most urgent matter at the moment. After all, if you were injured by a punishment or contaminated, you could still be saved; buying some general-purpose items from the shop could fix it.

But if you triggered a death rule and died, everything would be gone.

Tiger Wang noticed Lin Xiangjun's gaze and reluctantly returned the note to her.

"We haven't figured out the cause of his death either. The four of us were just sitting together talking when that black shadow suddenly appeared and threw him down. We didn't even have time to react."

At this point, Tiger Wang suddenly realized something.

"So, the punishment process for a death rule can be seen by everyone, while the punishment rule is only visible to the person being punished? Did your prop see what the Songstress looks like? Can she describe it or draw it?"

"I'll have her describe it to you in a moment. Let's figure out the death rule first."

Lin Xiangjun felt that her tone and attitude were perfectly fine, but Tiger Wang suddenly erupted like a trash can with a pedal that had been stepped on.

"Little Lin, you're hiding the rules yourself, yet you expect us to share proactively. I'm afraid that's not appropriate, is it?" Tiger Wang crossed his arms and looked at the two umbrellas Zhang Minxian had put away, his tone carrying the condescending critique typical of certain experienced middle-aged men.

"We are all adults, not children. I ask you, you answer my question, then you ask me and I answer yours, right? Although I can't deny that you are very capable, personal ability is one thing, but teamwork is also very important. You're just a young girl, you can't interrupt people like that. It's not polite."

Lin Xiangjun: "..."

Lin Xiangjun: ?

Lin Xiangjun asked sincerely: "... No, old man, why are you suddenly going crazy? Do you think you have no hope of getting out of the instance alive, so you're just trying to get your fill of spewing nonsense while you still can, as if you were back home lying on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, blowing smoke rings, and browsing the forums?"

Before the apocalypse, I had to be lectured by such middle-aged losers, and now that the apocalypse is here, I have to be lectured by them again?

Are these middle-aged losers so resilient?

Perhaps because he never expected Lin Xiangjun, who looked quiet and strange, to say such blunt and nasty words to mock him, Tiger Wang immediately flared up.

However, Zhang Qi jumped up faster than him.

"How are you talking? Apologize immediately! You're a young girl, don't you know anything about respecting your elders? Let me tell you, if school didn't teach you, no one in society is going to coddle you. When you're out and about, show some respect."

"You think that if you stand in solidarity with them, they'll take you through the instance? Your tail is practically turning into a propeller, and your tongue is practically licking their boots, but guess what?

"At the last moment, your boss won't want you! He'll leave without you! He'll go out and find a new sycophant who's better at sucking up, leaving you to die in the instance alone!"

Lin Xiangjun emphasized the last part, just like an annoying relative telling a child, "Your mom and dad don't want you anymore!" It made Zhang Qi glare with rage, almost jumping up to yell at her.

"You two, if you still want to exchange information with me, then discuss the instance calmly right now. If you two haven't had enough of being scolded, open your phones, search for insults, put on some headphones, and enjoy them carefully, but don't waste my time."

With that one sentence, Zhang Qi was shut down again.

What else could they do? They certainly didn't have as many rules as Lin Xiangjun.

Lin Xiangjun and her prop had both rented a room; she had at least four rules in her hands.

They only had two.

Don't be fooled by how high they jump when they get emotional; when they actually hit a hard nail, they soften up faster than anyone.