Poof!

"Cough, cough, cough! Bastard!"

Tang Wumou spat out a mouthful of tea, followed by a violent coughing fit.

The reason was simple: the scene on the screen infuriated him!

The screen showed Qiao Yu and three young members of the Tang family—two men and one woman—gathered in a small village.

One of the men, with an arrogant expression, stepped forward and looked down his nose at Qiao Yu. He was the only mid-level player among the five Tang family members who had entered the Ghost Mountain dungeon.

Qiao Yu recalled that the last time someone had given him that look, it was a guy named Qin Xuan. Now they were practically family.

"You're Qiao Yu, right? My name is Tang Aotian."

Tang Aotian's tone was indifferent.

"I don't care how you managed to fool Sister Tang Lan, or how you managed to get Grandpa to trust you so much. Once you're inside the Ghost Mountain dungeon, you'll do as I say."

Qiao Yu tilted his head slightly. "Why?"

"Why? Hmph! You dare ask why?"

Tang Aotian snorted.

"Right now, the most important thing is for the Tang family to obtain the Ghost Eye and secure our position among the four great families! As the Tang family's only mid-level player, I'm the strongest! I have the highest damage output! So, naturally, I'll be the one giving the orders!"

"Oh? Whoever has the highest damage output gets to command?" Qiao Yu said, curling his lip.

"Of course!" Tang Aotian said proudly, with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Brother Aotian is the number one genius of our Tang family! Are we supposed to listen to you, a live-in son-in-law?"

The girl sneered disdainfully. She despised men like Qiao Yu who lived off their wives.

"Alright, I'll listen to you. I'll just stay behind you."

Qiao Yu smiled innocently, looking like a complete follower as he stood behind Tang Aotian.

"Tch, as expected, you have no backbone at all."

Seeing this, the girl looked down on Qiao Yu even more.

Outside, Tang Wumou was so angry he nearly exploded.

This morning, he had repeatedly told Tang Aotian and the others that once they entered the Ghost Mountain dungeon, they had to follow Qiao Yu's lead.

But it seemed like Tang Aotian and the others hadn't listened to a single word!

Qiao Yu silently followed behind Tang Aotian.

He needed a Ghost Eye to recover his memories, and the Tang family also needed a Ghost Eye. But there were only four Ghost Eyes in total.

He definitely needed to recover his memories first. As for the Tang family's Ghost Eye… Qiao Yu had a bold idea.

Under Tang Aotian's leadership, the group of four marched towards Ghost Mountain.

The village they were in was located right at the foot of Ghost Mountain!

"Hurry up, we have to get the Ghost Eye before anyone else! Otherwise, we'll be in trouble!"

Tang Aotian urged Qiao Yu and the others as he walked.

Strangely, the village, which seemed full of life, was completely deserted.

They walked for a long time without seeing a single living person.

It wasn't until they reached the village entrance that they found a blind old woman lying on a grandmaster's chair.

Her withered body, probably weighing less than eighty pounds, rocked gently on the chair.

Tang Aotian's body tensed instantly. A silver-white spear appeared in his hand, and he stared intently at the old woman.

However, the old woman didn't move at all. If her chest wasn't rising and falling slightly, Tang Aotian would have thought she was dead.

"Let's sneak past her, don't provoke her." Tang Aotian warned Qiao Yu and the others, then gripped his spear and crept towards the village exit.

Only when the four of them had left the village did the old woman show no reaction, and Tang Aotian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as they were about to move on, a dry, eerie voice suddenly rang out.

The voice sounded like someone who had their throat cut, gasping for breath, giving Tang Aotian and the others goosebumps.

"Ghost Mountain is hell, living people keep out!"

"Ghost Mountain is hell, those who enter will die!"

Qiao Yu turned around and saw that the old woman, who had been half-dead just moments ago, was now sitting up straight! Her bloodshot eyes were wide open, staring intently at Qiao Yu and the others!

"Old woman, what do you mean by that?" The Tang family girl asked timidly, hiding behind Tang Aotian in fear.

"Hehehe… I won't tell you anything else, I can only tell you this! Ghost Mountain… is really haunted!" The old woman's face was full of eerie smiles, looking like a crazy shaman.

Slap!

A loud slap landed on the old woman's face.

"Stop pretending, tell us what you know!" Qiao Yu said, shaking his hand after hitting her. "Your old face is really thick."

The old woman was silent. Tang Aotian and the others were silent.

Even the great families watching through the bronze mirror outside the dungeon were silent.

"Has he always been this brave?"

"Not sure, but for a beginner to dare hit an NPC in a D-level dungeon, and a female NPC at that, he's done for."

Sure enough, the next moment, the old woman's silver hair stood on end!

Her already eerie face began to crack slowly, turning into a terrifying sight.

Bang!

A heavy punch landed, and the old woman's face, which had just started to crack, was instantly knocked askew.

"I told you to talk, why are you putting on a magic show? Speak!" Qiao Yu frowned.

"Eek!"

The old woman screamed shrilly as she was attacked, and her face cracked even faster!

Qiao Yu had run out of patience. He grabbed the old woman's collar with one hand and lifted her withered body into the air.

"You forced me to do this."

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Qiao Yu used his other hand to slap the old woman's face left and right.

He asked after each slap.

"Are you going to talk!"

"Are you going to talk!"

"Are you going to talk!"

Before long, the old woman's face began to swell slowly.

Her eerie demeanor instantly transformed into a simple, honest pig-like appearance, as if she was about to run off and shout, "Yanzi, don't go! How can I live without you, Yanzi?"

The great families watching outside were stunned.

Wasn't this kid supposed to be a mage? Why weren't mages using spells these days, and just slapping people instead?

Was this kid a disciple of Gandalf? Only using magic to light lamps?

"I'll talk, I'll talk, please stop hitting me!" The old woman's small eyes, swollen into a line, flickered with fear of Qiao Yu.

She had been an NPC for so long, guarding the village entrance for so long, and this was the first time she had encountered a player this ruthless.

She was an old woman and a female, at least they could have respected the elderly and cared for the young, hadn't they learned that?

Qiao Yu gently put the old woman down and even thoughtfully straightened her collar. He flashed a kind smile.

"That's the way to do it. If you had cooperated with me earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer, would you?"