A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

She shouted this to Zhou Ke'er and Shi An, but didn't dare to stop running and continued to flee in a certain direction at high speed.

Although I don't know why she's here, or how she got involved with that storyteller... since she's still alive and seems capable of escaping, and there's Song Yi, a source with firsthand information, beside her, I can only trust her for now.

"Follow her!"

Zhou Ke'er called out to Shi An as well, then changed direction and chased after Dior.

For some reason, from the direction of the Capital Grand Tournament arena, apart from Dio and Song Yi who escaped, there wasn't a single martial artist left! It's impossible that all the heroes participating in the Capital Grand Tournament were killed by this storyteller, right? You see, while top masters disdain participating in this Capital Grand Tournament, there are still many first-rate masters participating. As the saying goes, many ants can kill an elephant; with so many heroes, they could probably overwhelm it, right? If he managed to kill them all, then it can only mean... their strength can't be described as just "having a gap," it's fundamentally different.

However... even so, the street wasn't completely empty except for them. The huge gossip that had just broken out because of the confrontation between the prince and Wu Yu had attracted a huge crowd of onlookers... mostly ordinary people with little martial arts skills. Joining in the fun is probably a common trait of all humans, and even NPCs in the game are no exception.

That means... if that storyteller pushes his way through, there won't be many ordinary people here who can survive.

"Then...they..."

As Shi An followed Zhou Ke'er, he couldn't help but glance at the ordinary people beside him who, seeing the situation was not good, had begun to scatter and flee in panic. With a hint of pity, he asked Zhou Ke'er.

However, he was interrupted by Zhou Ke'er before he could finish speaking.

"That guy's target is us, martial arts practitioners and江湖人士 (jianghu figures), it has nothing to do with ordinary people. If we stay here, the ordinary people who are caught in the crossfire will suffer. If we just run away now, the guy who is chasing us won't have the time to go on a killing spree here. Do you understand?"

Zhou Ke'er could guess what Shi An wanted to say even with her toes. From the beginning, Shi An always acted like he would agree to whatever she asked, so this guy was definitely the type who would worry about ordinary people... So there was no other way but to give him a rational analysis.

To be honest, if Shi An were to be held up here and get entangled with the storyteller, it would actually give Zhou Ke'er more time and opportunities to escape. However, Zhou Ke'er thought about it and felt that Shi An was still somewhat useful. If all else failed, she could always sell him later... ah, no, cough cough, I let it slip. Zhou Ke'er just felt that she couldn't just watch good people go to their deaths, right?

"Hmm...you make a good point."

Upon hearing this, Shi An nodded, agreeing with Zhou Ke'er's statement.

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips, thinking to herself, "I hope this analysis is flawed, and that guy doesn't chase us but instead kills those people who have nothing to do with me...that way I can escape..."

At this moment, the storyteller himself arrived late, landing lightly on the large crater created by the gavel. His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was covered in bloodstains, making him a terrifying sight. His voice was hoarse, completely different from the rhythmic tone he had used when telling stories, sounding like a demon: "People of the martial world, people of the court... die, all must die!"

Hey, hey, hey! It can't be that serious, brother! It can't be that serious! We're only dealing with your family, why would the imperial court and the martial arts world need to join forces? Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. If you want revenge, go find the right target. What kind of nonsense is indiscriminate killing?

Zhou Ke'er heard the voice, but didn't turn around. She just couldn't help but complain in her mind.

## Chapter 309, Section 304: The Grand Imperial Examination (Nineteen)

Zhou Ke'er and Shi An used their light-footed skills to finally catch up with Dio and Song Yi—unexpectedly, the storyteller hadn't caught up, probably because he was really killing unarmed innocent civilians on the street.

That guy... he's probably gone mad and completely lost his mind.

Zhou Ke'er glanced behind her without leaving a trace, but found no sign that the storyteller was chasing after her.

"Gentlemen, could you please tell me what exactly happened? And what's going on here now?!"

Shi An couldn't help but ask Dio and Song Yi, who were gradually slowing down ahead.

"...This place is not safe to stay any longer. Please come with me."

Song Yi did not answer directly, but shook his head, suppressing his injuries with his internal energy, and staggered toward a small, inconspicuous courtyard not far away.

"and many more..."

But at this moment, Zhou Ke'er suddenly interrupted in a low voice, "This place is under everyone's watchful eyes. Even if we go there, won't we still be seen by others? If that storyteller just grabs a passerby and asks them, our location will be exposed. We can't stay there for long either!"

Indeed, how could such a large street be without other pedestrians? The commotion at the capital's martial arts arena hadn't affected this place yet. Although Zhou Ke'er and her companions' arrival didn't cause a disturbance among passersby—after all, martial arts practitioners—whether injured or not—passed through the capital every day, so there was nothing particularly noteworthy about it—the fact that the four of them used their lightness skills to fly down from a height was bound to attract at least a glance from others.

This entrance was too eye-catching.

"That makes sense, we're bound to be discovered..."

Dio narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous: "A mere bunch of bread rolls dares to threaten us? We might as well just eliminate them all..."

"Wouldn't that make you more conspicuous and attract more attention? By then, not only will the storyteller come looking for you, but even people from the imperial court will come looking for you."

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips and immediately retorted, "By the way, I am a member of the imperial court. You haven't forgotten about this, have you? Saying you would kill an entire street in the capital in front of someone from the imperial court, you really dare to say that."

"That guy was just slaughtering people over there, and you didn't stop him."

Dior glanced at Zhou Ke'er, reached out and stroked her long golden hair, then ignored her and began to mock her.

"Because I can't beat him. If I can handle that situation and don't, it would be my dereliction of duty. But if I can't handle it, I might lose my life. That would just be sending myself to my death. It's better to keep my life to handle things I can handle, like you."

Zhou Ke'er shrugged matter-of-factly, "So the problem over there is one that my superiors could have solved but didn't, it's their dereliction of duty, what does it have to do with me?"

"Alright, alright, let's stop arguing about this. If we keep dragging this out, the chances of us being exposed will only increase."

Seeing Zhou Ke'er and Dio arguing as soon as they met, Shi An finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"Hmph, you dare to offer me your opinion on a mere piece of bread?"

Dio crossed her arms, raised her head, and scoffed dismissively—but she only said it and didn't object further.

"It's alright, just follow me. There's a secret passage down there."

Song Yi hurriedly shook his head, explained to everyone, and then continued walking quickly towards that direction.

Zhou Ke'er and the other two didn't have much to say, so they could only follow Song Yi and make plans after they arrived at the place he mentioned.

...............................

But let's turn our attention to the cold-cooked rabbit...

Cold-Eat Rabbit finally decided to go back in the direction it had been heading to check the situation before making any plans. However, before it had gone very far, it heard a series of chilling screams and cries from ahead. Countless civilians were panicking and staggering as they rushed out of the street entrance, as if some ferocious beast was chasing them.

"Holy crap... what's going on?"

The cold-cooked rabbit was so startled that it no longer enjoyed the candied hawthorn in its mouth and instinctively took several steps back.

"die!"

Before Cold-Eating Rabbit could react to what was happening, a venomous, hoarse voice came from the other side. Immediately afterward, there was a loud "bang," as if some huge object had violently smashed to the ground. A large group of people blocking the street entrance were all thrown away, and some were even turned into mincemeat by the terrifying impact.

"vomit!"

Caught completely off guard by this scene, the cold-cooked rabbit was so shocked that it felt nauseous on the spot and vomited up the candied hawthorn it was chewing—the originally sweet and sour taste suddenly turned greasy and disgusting.

Cold-Eating Rabbit threw the pile of food it was holding onto the ground and instinctively wanted to turn and run away, but its legs went weak due to nausea and fear. Logically speaking, having played the game for so long, it had seen all sorts of strange things, and all it saw was a pile of minced meat and blood. It shouldn't be this bad... But the problem was, Cold-Eating Rabbit had never seen anything like this before.

After all, the impact of seeing a group of people turn into a pile of minced meat right in front of you is completely different from seeing a pile of minced meat appear directly in front of you.

"Holy crap! Is this the damn martial arts mod?! Holy crap, move! Stop being so limp, move!"

Cold-cooked rabbit stared wide-eyed at the scene, screaming inwardly, but it just couldn't move its body, like it was experiencing sleep paralysis.

In comparison, she was worse off than those ordinary civilians who were desperately fleeing. At least they were still running for their lives, not so weak that they couldn't move.

"Hey, what are you still standing here for?"

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared next to Lengchitu, grabbed her, and said, "Are you crazy? Run!"

If Zhou Ke'er were here, she would definitely recognize that the one holding onto the Cold Rabbit was none other than... Zhang Buyan from before!

"You...you are..."

Cold-cooked Rabbit finally came to its senses, regained control of its body, and stammered, "What do you mean?"

"I'm just a wanderer in the martial arts world, I do good deeds anonymously, you can just call me Red Scarf."

Zhang Buyan casually made up a story, grabbed the cold-cooked rabbit, and ran away on the spot.

"No, no, it wasn't you! Why?! Why are you trying to save me?!!"

As Zhang Buyan dragged him along at breakneck speed, Lengchitu's face was turned against the wind, his eyes barely open, and he managed to ask with great difficulty.

## Chapter 310, Section 305: The Grand Imperial Examination (Part 20)

"Because... when you see injustice, you should speak up; when it's time to act, you should act!"

Zhang Buyan didn't turn around, but answered seriously while holding the cold rabbit—and for some reason, it felt like he was singing as he said it.

"??? May I ask, do you have some kind of illness?"

Now, Cold-Eating Rabbit's earlier fright and fear were completely swept away by Zhang Buyan's interruption. She almost blurted out that she was going to complain, but luckily she remembered the current crisis—Zhang Buyan was saving her. So she quickly swallowed her words, looked at Zhang Buyan pitifully, and used her usual trick of pretending to be pitiful and clinging to his leg.

"Waaaaah, that was so scary! If you hadn't saved me, that guy would definitely have killed me! Waaaaah, thank you so much!"

Unfortunately... the idea was nice, but given that Lengchitu had become increasingly irritable after playing games with Zhou Ke'er, and hadn't acted pitiful for a while, plus she wasn't in the right state of mind right now, her performance was actually quite subpar when she actually tried it. As soon as she said it, she felt disgusted and that it was too fake.

"..."

Zhang Buyan couldn't help but shiver upon hearing this. He finally turned around and glanced at Lengchitu, his eyes conveying the message, "Does this guy have some kind of mental illness?" "If you... say that again, I'll throw you back, understand?"

"Didn't we agree to speak up when we see injustice? How can you save someone first and then kick them back? That's too much!"

The cold-cooked rabbit immediately panicked and protested loudly.

"Save people? You think you can escape by yourself? You think you can save people? You little devil of the gravedigger!"

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a blood-covered figure suddenly darted out from the crowd behind them, keeping up with Leng Chi Tu and Zhang Buyan at an incredible speed, and even getting closer and closer, expected to catch up with them within a few breaths.

And this person... was none other than the storyteller from before.

"Senior, you must have mistaken me for someone else! I am not a tomb keeper. Isn't the Wei family, who recently suffered a terrible calamity, the ones who guard the ancient tombs? I have absolutely no connection with the Wei family!"

Zhang Buyan's eyes narrowed slightly, inwardly cursing his bad luck, while speeding up and immediately denying it aloud.

"Hmph, do you really think I'm so old and blind that I can't even see this? Your skills contain elements that don't exist in this world. Where else could you have gotten them besides from that ancient tomb?!"

The storyteller snorted and quickened his pace again: "However... it seems you haven't fully mastered the power from the ancient tomb either; your integration is quite poor!"

"W-what, what does this mean? What do you mean by 'parts that don't belong to this world'? What ancient tomb? What are you talking about?"

Cold-Eating Rabbit was completely bewildered, having no idea what was going on. She couldn't help but ask, while also trying to distance herself from the situation: "No, you see, I don't know anything. I just don't know how I got dragged into this. It has nothing to do with me! Why don't you let me go now, and you can continue? I won't bother you, and I won't gossip, okay? Anyway, one more person won't make a difference!"

Neither Zhang Buyan nor the storyteller paid any attention to her.

Zhang Buyan frowned, not having time to think about anything else. He just knew that if things continued like this, he would definitely be caught up, and he had to think of another way.

"call..."

The next instant, Zhang Buyan's breathing suddenly changed. He exhaled heavily, glided down from mid-air, touched the ground with his toes, and then released the cold-cooked rabbit that he had been holding onto. Before he could even say a word, he drew the long spear from his back and aimed it at the storyteller who was rushing towards him from behind.

"Hiss...whoosh..."

But Zhang Buyan closed his eyes and breathed slowly and heavily, with a faint mist visible at the corner of his mouth, and the temperature around him seemed to rise rapidly.

"Is this the power you obtained in the ancient tomb? Let this old man give it a try!"

Upon seeing this, the storyteller casually tossed aside the gavel he had been holding, and with his right index and middle fingers together, he used them as a sword to thrust it fiercely at Zhang Buyan.

"Focus on one point... Reach the pinnacle!"