Marry the NPC with Money, Wife Comes Knocking - Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Song Qiyue returned to his room and used a smart device to probe the current location of the Cruise Ship.

Entering a dungeon usually offered only two outcomes: death or completion. Players who failed to clear the dungeon were not permitted to leave.

Those were the rules, but that didn’t mean there weren’t loopholes to be found.

The head of the Agency placed great importance on the fact that the death frequency of the Fated Ones would accelerate the spread of the Thriller. Consequently, they had been working tirelessly to find ways to reduce their mortality rate.

They were researching methods that would allow players to exit a dungeon without necessarily completing it.

If there was even a slight chance of success, it was worth a try.

Players who cleared a dungeon were teleported away, leaving no opportunity to take anyone else with them.

He was determined to take Hua Suihe with him.

***

On her way back to her room, Zhou Nuomi was intercepted by two players.

One of them, a female player with her arms crossed, couldn’t hide the contempt in her eyes, though her tone was feigned friendliness. “Nuomi, right? What did Peanut just say to you?”

The male player beside her chimed in, “Nuomi, if you have information, you should share it with everyone. We’re teammates, after all.”

Sensing their ill intent, Zhou Nuomi took a small step back and answered vaguely, “Nothing much. She just said not to pay too much attention to Lano.”

Naturally, they didn’t believe her, suspecting she was holding back. The woman flipped her hair and said, “Oh, please. When we went to the Opera House this afternoon, Miss Lano wasn’t on the stage anymore. We couldn’t get any information at all.”

Having said that, she shot a subtle look at the male player. The man immediately followed up, “I remember Nuomi went there early. You saw Miss Lano, didn’t you? What did you talk about?”

“I already told you, Ye Susheng is playing Lano. How would I dare ask Ye Susheng anything? Before I could even speak, she walked into the canvas.”

The woman rolled her eyes helplessly and said with a mocking smile, “Refusing to tell the truth, I see…”

“Then what were you doing on the Top Deck Terrace today?”

Zhou Nuomi’s expression changed instantly. She snapped back anxiously, “I just went to see what part of the ocean we’re in! If you have time to interrogate me because you’re afraid I’m hoarding secrets, why don’t you go up and look for yourselves?”

Seeing them exchange glances, Zhou Nuomi immediately spoke up, “Move aside. Loitering and causing trouble in the hallways is prohibited. If you don’t get back to your rooms soon, you might not be able to get back at all in a moment.”

Zhou Nuomi forced her way past them, hurried to her door, and swiped her card to enter.

The woman stared at her retreating back and sneered, “She definitely knows something. Let’s keep her around for a few more days.”

“Let’s go. I don’t want to die today.”

The man nodded compliantly. “Alright.”

***

Night shrouded the sea. Outside the Cruise Ship, the winds howled and the waves surged, but the ship remained as steady as a mountain, peaceful within.

At that moment, a massive monster emerged from the water. Giant tentacles climbed up the Cruise Ship, its head pressed against a glass window. Its eyes rolled around, seemingly searching for a room where the curtains hadn’t been drawn, hoping for a chance to scare a human to death.

The night passed, and it was time for breakfast again.

Today, there was another broadcast announcement.

“Today is Young Master An’s birthday. Young Master An is hosting a birthday banquet on the Terrace today and invites all his friends to join the celebration. Guests are requested to arrive at the Terrace at 11:00 AM.”

Young Master An-one of the organizers of this event.

Hua Suihe asked casually, “Ye Zi, is this Young Master An a staff member of the Yu Sheng Troupe?”

Ye Susheng nodded. “Yes.”

“However, there is no ‘true’ or ‘false’ version of Young Master An. There is only one of him.”
Hua Suihe nodded in understanding. “So he’s the real young master then.”

“Mm-hmm.” Ye Susheng didn’t seem particularly interested. “If Hua Hua doesn’t want to go, we won’t. It’s raining and thundering today, and the Terrace is open-air. If the lightning rods aren’t installed properly, there’s a chance of getting struck by lightning.”

Ye Susheng didn’t lower her voice when she said this. The players at the neighboring table heard her, and a chill ran down their spines.

The fact that the lightning rods weren’t properly installed was definitely true.

And getting struck by lightning was likely a real possibility too.

Was this an attempt to kill them all? Could they just not go?

Although the broadcast announcement hadn’t explicitly stated that attendance was mandatory, did anyone actually dare to skip? Well, besides those two.

Someone spoke up timidly, “Maybe… is it too late to go up and install a lightning rod now?”

Everyone looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Hua Suihe gave Ye Susheng’s words some serious thought, though she didn’t immediately say whether she’d go. “Will that Young Master An show up?”

“It’s his birthday; he’ll definitely be there.”

Hua Suihe nodded in agreement. “Then we might as well go take a look.”

Ye Susheng deferred to her. “Alright. Don’t worry, Hua Hua, we definitely won’t get struck by lightning.”

[Am I about to witness a live lightning strike?]

[Nobody better make any reckless oaths right now; the lightning punishment will arrive on the battlefield in no time.]

[It’s clear that Hua Hua finds the massive task of ‘Dressing Up Ye Susheng Daily’ easy enough that she wants to explore the plot mechanics now.]

[Are these young masters and ladies all Anomalies?]

[This is a dungeon. Did people really think it was just a place for luxury and pleasure?]

Everyone needed to arrive at the Terrace before eleven o’clock. To ensure they weren’t late, all the players arrived early.

Despite the thunder and rain, large umbrellas had been set up over the food stations, keeping everything perfectly intact.

One player tried to head over to seek shelter from the rain but was forcibly taken away by bodyguards who mistook them for someone lacking manners trying to sneak food. After that, no one dared to go near the buffet.

Players with enough points spent a thousand points to exchange for a lightning umbrella as a safety measure.

Upon reaching the Terrace, Hua Suihe and Ye Susheng shared a single umbrella. Theirs was brightly colored, standing out significantly among the sea of black umbrellas.

The sea on a rainy day was pitch black. Standing so high up without being able to feel the surge of the waves, looking down actually stirred a sudden desire to jump.

Hua Suihe gripped the railing with both hands. Only when she felt the icy chill of the rainwater did she snap out of it. She pulled Ye Susheng away, her heart still pounding. “You can’t look at that sea. Looking at it makes you want to jump.”

Ye Susheng’s grip on her hand tightened. “Hua Hua…”

This wasn’t the first time.

Why did Hua Hua always unconsciously develop suicidal thoughts?

This definitely wasn’t normal.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I wouldn’t actually dare to jump,” Hua Suihe said, leaning close to her and using humor to ease the tension in her heart. “The sea just looks terrifying. In reality, as long as you know how to swim, jumping in is a guaranteed death sentence anyway.”

Ye Susheng felt helpless. “Hua Hua, you still have the heart to joke at a time like this.”

Hua Suihe grinned. “Alright, it’s eleven o’clock. Let’s see if the protagonist has arrived.”

During the time they had been looking at the sea, Young Master An had already walked onto the raised stage in front of the crowd. He stood under a large floor-standing umbrella, dressed in a purple tuxedo and meticulously groomed.

However, he looked frail, his frame as thin as a sheet of paper as if he might be blown over by a gust of wind at any moment. His complexion didn’t look good either.

A faint smile played on his lips as he looked down at the crowd with hollow eyes. “Welcome, everyone, to my birthday banquet.”