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

"You dare to go to the capital, but you don't dare to see a mere prince?"

Zhou Ke'er smiled, but her tone was slightly cold, as if she were warning or threatening someone: "Could it be that you won't be in danger in the capital, but you will be in danger when you encounter these princes and dukes? That's really strange. Why don't you explain it to us?"

Upon hearing Zhou Ke'er's words, Wei Yang suddenly seemed to realize something and slapped his thigh. "That's right! The most dangerous place should be the treacherous and mysterious capital, but since you dared to lead us to the most dangerous place, yet you dared not meet a mere prince... You're up to something! Are you deliberately trying to lure us to the capital?!"

Ying Kuo didn't rush to refute, but subconsciously swallowed, frowned, and stared blankly for a few seconds before hesitatingly saying, "Going to the capital is unavoidable... my whole family still lives in the capital and couldn't leave in time. But seeing the Prince of Wu'an... it's really unnecessary and dangerous..."

Just then, a deep, sinister voice suddenly rang out from somewhere: "Since you're passing through here, why don't you come to my residence for a chat, lest rumors spread that I have neglected my honored guest?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke'er's eyes narrowed immediately, and she instantly probed with her divine sense, but there was no one nearby—unless that person could hide under Zhou Ke'er's divine sense search, then the sound would arrive before the person.

But in either case, this level of power clearly surpasses the level of "martial arts" that Zhou Ke'er originally thought it to be.

"It's the Prince of Wu'an!"

Ying Kuo's face instantly turned deathly pale. "He's already discovered us..."

"Really?! Where is he? I haven't seen him at all?"

Wei Yang was also startled and instinctively looked around, but he didn't see a single person.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be in his mansion right now."

Ying Kuo shook his head.

"Is this real?! Is this something a human could do? Has the Prince of Wu'an become an immortal?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yang couldn't help but widen his eyes and ask incredulously.

"Becoming an immortal? That's more like becoming a demon or ghost... There's no such thing as a terrifying, eerie immortal..."

As Ying Kuo spoke, he turned to look at Zhou Ke'er, "Should we...go to the appointment? My suggestion is to escape quickly, escape as far away from here as possible..."

"Run away? That would be too rude! They've already invited us, how can we be so ungrateful?"

Zhou Ke'er's lips curled into a charming smile, as if teasingly saying, "The most important thing in life is 'propriety.' Without propriety, one cannot stand. Don't you agree? Lead the way, let's go to his place as agreed."

"But...I..."

"Or do you think I'm not as scary to you as he is?"

Before Ying Kuo could stammer anything, Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes, her smiling expression suddenly turning eerily sinister. She leaned close to Ying Kuo and asked softly, "Was I too gentle with you all before? Did you think I was easy to talk to, someone who's always agreeable? Is that it? That won't do...that won't do~"

Ying Kuo's face immediately froze, and he subconsciously staggered back two steps and fell to the ground—even when Zhou Ke'er had pressed his head down and slammed it against the eaves, he was not as afraid as he was now.

He stammered hurriedly, "No, no... I'll take you there right now!"

Wei Yang, standing to the side, dared not utter a sound. He saw that the so-called God of Catchers, who had been so composed and dignified from the beginning until now, had turned into a cowardly lackey, looking terrified and running away like a dog. Wei Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of dread mixed with fear.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and follow me!"

Zhou Ke'er didn't turn around, but her cold voice was like a dagger gently stroking Wei Yang's cheek, making him swallow hard and hurriedly follow.

Led by Ying Kuo, and for some reason without a single patrolling constable on the street, Zhou Ke'er and her party soon arrived at the gate of a magnificent and enormous mansion.

But there was not a single spark of light; it was dark and gloomy, devoid of any human presence.

Zhou Ke'er frowned. From the outside, there was nothing noteworthy—although it looked strange, there was no sense of any unusual energy emanating from it.

but...

As he grasped the brass ring on the door, he suddenly sensed a malevolent aura surging involuntarily along the ring—this was definitely an evil aura!

## Chapter 496, Section 491. The Chapter of Stealing Heaven (Ten)

But...that's it?

Despite its impressive claims, it's really just something supernatural, and its concentration is only average.

As a walking demon, Zhou Ke'er said that this level is no different from a little kid's toy.

"We are guests, are we supposed to open the door ourselves? It seems that being of high status does not necessarily mean being courteous."

Zhou Ke'er stood at the entrance of the Prince of Wu'an's residence, but did not make any move. She simply crossed her arms and spoke provocatively into the house.

Ying Kuo, who was standing to the side, was already reaching out to push the door open when he heard Zhou Ke'er's arrogant words. He was so shocked that his outstretched hand froze in place.

To his surprise, shortly after Zhou Ke'er finished speaking, a creaking sound was heard. Then, the door in front of everyone was slowly opened.

Before anyone was seen, a faint voice could be heard.

"It is a rare honor to have such distinguished guests here. His Highness was so delighted to see you all that he was so eager to meet you that he inadvertently neglected his manners. Please forgive him."

A woman dressed in plain robes emerged from the shadows behind the door and gracefully gave Zhou Ke'er and the other two a deep bow.

When she raised her head, one could see that although she had a delicate face, her skin was frighteningly pale, and even her plain white robe looked somewhat dull against her skin. Not to mention that it was late at night, and in the dim light, her skin appeared even more ashen, almost inhuman.

"Knowing it's impolite, yet you don't even bother to sweep the bed and welcome us yourself, instead sending you here just to make a show of it. I think this so-called distinguished guest isn't all that important."

Zhou Ke'er curled her lips, snorted coldly, and a hint of contempt appeared on her beautiful face. "Fine, there's no point in making things difficult for you. Just lead the way."

"Thank you for your understanding. This way, please."

The woman seemed completely oblivious to the barb in Zhou Ke'er's words, remaining as serene as ever, speaking slowly and deliberately as she walked into the mansion.

Zhou Ke'er followed fearlessly, while Wei Yang and Ying Kuo behind her hesitated. This place looked eerie. If it were just the lack of firelight, it would be fine. They could assume everyone in the mansion was asleep. Night raids were common for them. But looking at the woman who came to greet them... how could a normal person look like that? Even if she practiced some kind of evil martial arts, it was impossible for her to have such a bizarre appearance.

Wei Yang even started thinking about how to make a quick getaway—in his opinion, having another person on his back wasn't a big deal. According to Ying Kuo, he still needed that person to rely on all his skills, so what reason did he have to ask for help?

Just as the two were each harboring their own secrets, Zhou Ke'er slowly turned her head and glanced at them indifferently. Her narrowed phoenix eyes revealed a dangerous aura in the darkness.

Both of them were startled and immediately took steps to catch up with Zhou Ke'er.

After the three of them stepped into the mansion, a loud "bang" was heard, and the gate behind them automatically and tightly closed.

Zhou Ke'er, who had long anticipated this situation, felt nothing and even found it a bit boring.

The two men were startled. Wei Yang even tried to push the door, but found that he couldn't open it no matter what he did, so he followed with a look of despair.

Zhou Ke'er followed the woman leisurely, looking around at her surroundings as if she were strolling through the streets.

Whether it was psychological or not, the sky above the mansion, which was exactly the same as the outside, seemed even more gloomy and dark, as if the light inside had been swallowed up by the darkness.

Most suspiciously, the maid leading the way had no candle in her hand, yet she was able to lead the way with perfect accuracy in this pitch-black place, which was clearly beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person.

"Snapped"

Just then, a crisp sound was heard.

Immediately, a flame shot out from Zhou Ke'er's fingertip.

"While it's true that guests should follow the host's lead in etiquette, I still prefer a brighter environment. Please forgive me if I've offended you."

Zhou Ke'er flicked her finger, the flames dancing meaninglessly in the air, and smiled sweetly at the maid.

Clearly, the flames were ignited by Zhou Ke'er using her spiritual power and fire manipulation technique. Given Zhou Ke'er's almost inexhaustible spiritual power after obtaining the Smoke-Burning Technique... the fire's duration is estimated to be about the same as that of a nuclear-powered flashlight.

He saw it clearly: the moment the maid noticed the firelight, her previously indifferent face involuntarily revealed an expression of disgust.

But this didn't last long. Her expression quickly returned to normal, and she nodded slightly to Zhou Ke'er, saying, "Please make yourself at home, esteemed guest."

Wei Yang and Ying Kuo behind her were both very surprised that Zhou Ke'er had such a near-divine ability, but due to their current situation, they had no choice but to remain silent for the time being.

Zhou Ke'er didn't really care about that; she just felt...

A mere maidservant, yet she acts so pretentious in front of him... Who does she think she is? Does she think she's a flamingo?

Thinking this, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile full of wickedness and malice.

Then, unseen by anyone, a faint, indistinct mark seemed to flash by in the double pupil of his right eye.

But the maid walking in front of Zhou Ke'er must have personally experienced the strangeness.

Because... in Zhou Ke'er's current gray-white vision, she could clearly see that the thick black mist on the maid's body was flowing towards Zhou Ke'er's right eye without any resistance.

The maid gradually slowed her pace until she stopped, standing still, trembling uncontrollably, her teeth chattering and making a chilling, rattling sound.

But if you could see her face directly, you would find that... at this moment she was in excruciating pain, with bulging veins on her forehead and cold sweat pouring down her face, as if she had suffered some kind of inhuman torture.

"Hey... what's going on here?"

After waiting for a while without seeing the maid take any more steps, Wei Yang finally couldn't help but nudge Ying Kuo and asked in a very low voice, "This feels so strange... Is she about to make a move?"

"It's not impossible... but I find it a bit strange..."

Ying Kuo hesitated for a moment, glancing subconsciously at Zhou Ke'er who showed no reaction whatsoever, before finally shaking his head. A hint of the sinister aura emanated from Ying Kuo, who vaguely sensed what was happening, but it wasn't real, so he dared not make any rash judgments.

Of course, even if he really knew what was going on, he probably wouldn't dare say anything.

"Why should a distinguished guest, of such high status, make things difficult for a mere maid?"

Just then, a hoarse voice came from the darkness ahead. Clearly, it was the voice of the Prince of Wu'an that Zhou Ke'er and the others had just heard.

## Chapter 497, Section 492: The Chapter of Stealing Heaven (XI)

“Hey, Your Highness, you can’t just eat whatever you want, so how can you say whatever you want? How did we make things difficult for her? If you hadn’t told me, I would have thought she was up to something again.”

Zhou Ke'er shrugged, her fingers lightly twirling a strand of hair in a circle as she said mockingly and provocatively, "Or perhaps, besides the three of us, there are other distinguished guests hiding in the shadows who haven't shown themselves yet?"

As he spoke, Zhou Ke'er's vision became clearer and clearer, and the scene that was originally shrouded in darkness around him gradually came to light.

The darkness that enveloped this place was not "darkness" in the true sense, but rather a tangible, viscous black mist, like liquid, that was constantly and slowly spreading throughout the corridor, on the wooden pillars, walls, window paper, and even the ceiling.

These black mists, like crawling, writhing worms, are silently devouring this enormous mansion, or rather, this entire space.

"Oh? Then I have misunderstood Officer Zhou. I did not expect that I would be so careless as to misjudge the situation. I only realized then that it must be that Ling'er's old illness has relapsed... I am very sorry."

However, Prince Wu'an did not show any emotional fluctuation because of Zhou Ke'er's provocative words. Instead, he continued to talk along with Zhou Ke'er's words.

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a slight shaking or vibration coming from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a figure gradually emerged from the darkness at the end of the corridor.

He was a man of imposing stature, with a resolute face... yet also a strange expression that defied easy comprehension. Oddly enough, even within his own residence, he remained in full military attire, appearing ready for battle.

Of course, this is all from Wei Yang and Ying Kuo's perspective, but from Zhou Ke'er's point of view...

What was approaching wasn't a person at all, but rather a pitch-black, unidentifiable thing. Its upper half barely maintained a human-like shape, while its lower half was like a slime, lying flat on the ground, wriggling forward through countless tiny tentacles made of black mist.

Of course, this level of disgust wouldn't even be considered repulsive to Zhou Ke'er. It wasn't as disgusting as the transformed appearance of that guy in a previous module whose name sounded like a game of Go.

But Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but blurt out, "Speaking of which... just how much prejudice do you have against being born human? Why don't you just act like a human being?"

As she spoke, Zhou Ke'er blinked, temporarily halting her sinister grasping at the fallen maid, so that if anything went wrong later, she could immediately turn her attention to Prince Wu'an.