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

Such a great opportunity, why not take it?

Zhou Ke'er immediately rushed forward, subdued the servant in an instant, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is the palace's treasury? Where are the gatekeepers?"

Caught off guard, the maid was suddenly grabbed by the throat and felt a cold glint pressing against her neck. She couldn't help but scream loudly.

Zhou Ke'er didn't intend to stop him. Instead, she let him scream loudly. After letting him scream for two or three seconds, Zhou Ke'er used force to stop him: "I'll let you scream. Are you going to keep going on and on? You can scream for two or three seconds. Do you think I'm stupid? My patience is limited. If you don't answer my question, I'll kill you."

The maid's eyes widened, and she quickly began to stammer, "I...I'll tell you! The treasure vault is there, um, it's that...uh...treasure vault..."

Zhou Ke'er amused him, "Do you really think everyone else is stupid? Hmm? Well then, there's nothing I can do. I'm a person of my word. I said if you behave well, I'll let you go. If you behave, I'll let you go. If you try to play these tricks on me again, I'll kill you. If you don't behave, I'll kill you."

After reciting a long string of tongue twisters, Zhou Ke'er plunged the dagger into the back of the servant's neck and twisted it violently twice, leaving his cervical spine completely shattered.

The maid's eyes were filled with disbelief—this wasn't going according to plan! Why did they just start attacking?!

But he will never know the answer to that question, because he has lost consciousness forever.

Zhou Ke'er pulled the dagger out of his wound, wiped it clean on the back of his clothes, and then held it against his neck, pretending to control the servant.

Soon, with the sound of footsteps, two or three servants hurried over and saw this scene as soon as they turned the corner.

Taking advantage of their momentary daze, Zhou Ke'er shouted, "Quickly, tell me where the palace's treasury is, and where the gatekeeper is, or I'll kill this guy!"

The servants were all stunned, unsure of what to do. One of them, the slightly more quick-witted, regained her composure and hurriedly said, "Calm down! We're just servants, how could we possibly know such things? Holding him hostage won't do any good! We want to save him, but we don't know the answer to your question. And why would a demon who knows the answer care about the life of a servant? Holding him hostage is useless!"

"This is a lie!"

Zhou Ke'er instantly teleported behind the servant demon, her dagger pressed tightly against his back. "It smells like a lie! You definitely know where the treasure vault is... Speak up! Or I'll kill you all!"

As he finished speaking, the corpse of the servant demon he had previously killed slumped to the ground, blood flowing from the back of his neck, forming a pool of blood.

"you!"

None of the demons expected Zhou Ke'er to be so cunning and treacherous, daring to threaten them with demons she had already killed!

Is this something a demon could do?!

Oh, it seems that's true. Oh well, never mind then.

Zhou Ke'er's ears twitched slightly, keenly sensing that many demons were already rushing in this direction. It was only thanks to the palace's vast size and the considerable distance between the demons responsible for their respective areas that he had so much time.

No matter how far away it is, it's impossible for them to have run around in a 10,000-square-meter toilet for three days and three nights. They should be arriving soon.

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! The treasure vault is in the southwest corner of the palace! It’s easy to spot!”

The demon held hostage by Zhou Ke'er immediately shouted.

"I see. Then you can come with me. If we get there and you find out you lied to me, then you can just wait to die."

Zhou Ke'er smiled and winked, then picked up the demon she was holding and was about to leave.

He had already stirred up enough trouble in the palace; his goal was achieved, so there was no need to linger any longer. Although these servant demons generally didn't seem very strong, the possibility of a powerful demon suddenly appearing couldn't be ruled out.

As for the door key, whether it's real or fake doesn't matter.

"I...I misspoke! It's this way! This way!"

Feeling Zhou Ke'er actually pulling him away, the demon was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly. He hurriedly changed his words, pointing in a certain direction and shouting.

"I knew it. It's all in my hands now, and you're still trying to lie? I've already told you... I know you're lying."

Zhou Ke'er snorted coldly, and the tip of the dagger in her hand lightly touched the demon's neck, slowly circling it. The slightly cool chill made the demon's hair stand on end.

Soon, Zhou Ke'er spread her wings, tightly gripping the demon in her hands, and flew in the direction he pointed—this was all thanks to the gatekeeper, who had built the palace so high that there was room even for flying.

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591. A good show needs an audience.

The servant demon was right. Without him even saying a word, Zhou Ke'er could tell where the treasure vault was just by taking a quick glance—the door to the treasure vault was just too conspicuous.

It looked magnificent and resplendent. The rest of the palace was already quite splendid, but it paled in comparison to this gate. It was as if the words "This is a treasure trove!" were written on the gate.

Zhou Ke'er casually tossed the servant aside. Although she could easily get rid of him, there was no need for it.

She reached out and tried to push the door, but before her hand even touched it, she sensed a sense of danger. Zhou Ke'er instinctively took several steps back. Sure enough, a magic circle instantly appeared at the door where she had been standing, launching various dangerous attacks.

Zhou Ke'er clicked her tongue. This was too low-class. How could such a trap possibly stop a demon who wanted to steal something? Or were the demons here so honest that they didn't even dare to steal from the treasure vault?

With a snap of her fingers, Zhou Ke'er instantly teleported into the treasure vault. Looking around, the vault was indeed astonishingly large, filled with gold and silver treasures—but none of that mattered. In a place like the City of Exile, what great use could gold and silver possibly be? If one really needed silver, one could simply rob someone on the street.

Glancing at the other treasures again, although there seemed to be quite a lot scattered around, enough to make a fortune by grabbing a handful—it didn't seem to be of much use, and might even be a hindrance. To be honest, Zhou Ke'er really didn't dare take any of the treasures in this vault, mainly because she was cowardly. What if there were any restrictions or location spells? Wouldn't she just be killed by the gatekeeper right in her face?

As for entering the treasure vault... that's just a gimmick.

Zhou Ke'er casually picked up the key hanging by the door, then reached out and fired a magic energy piercing cannon at the top of her head.

A surge of magical energy burst forth, instantly tearing a large hole in the ceiling. The gold and silver treasures on the upper layer cascaded down like a waterfall, gradually revealing the blasted-through hole in the roof.

Zhou Ke'er nodded in satisfaction, then stuffed the key into her pocket, activated her concealment spell again, and teleported back the way she came, escaping the crime scene.

However, for some reason, I feel that this operation is going too smoothly.

The goalkeeper didn't even show up. Didn't he even notice anything? Well, it all happened too fast. How could he react so quickly?

What's this called? Just like Guan Yu warming his wine before beheading Hua Xiong in ancient times, Zhou Ke'er warming her wine before stealing a treasure vault—that's what a high-level player is! (Leans back tactically)

However, we can't just go back like that.

As she followed the eerie aura that had been left on Luo Ye'er before she left, Zhou Ke'er left various wounds and injuries on her body—sword wounds, dagger wounds, spell wounds, bleeding wounds, charred wounds, blackened wounds—she made herself look as miserable as possible—after all, these superficial injuries were not a big deal for her.

Finally, adjust your breathing to an extremely weak level, so disordered that you might collapse and convulse after taking just a few more steps.

Finally, after adjusting everything, Zhou Ke'er sped up, looking like she was fleeing in panic. She arrived at what looked like a hotel, suddenly accelerated, smashed through the window of a room on the third floor, and crashed heavily to the ground.

Luo Ye'er, who had been somewhat lost in thought and seemed anxious, was startled by the sudden situation. He instinctively jumped up from his chair, a black light appearing in his hand as he almost attacked Zhou Ke'er.

Fortunately, she still managed to react. Although Zhou Ke'er looked extremely miserable, she recognized her immediately. She immediately dispelled the black light in her hand, stared at Zhou Ke'er with wide eyes in disbelief, and didn't even have time to question how Zhou Ke'er found her. She immediately asked, "How... what happened to you? How did you get so badly injured?"

Zhou Ke'er managed to lift her head, revealing a nonchalant smile, letting the blood flow down her head, looking quite serious: "Didn't you ask me to steal the door key? Here, take a look, is this it? Sorry, there were a lot of people chasing me at the time, so I couldn't confirm if this was really it... If it's not, I'll go back and get it."

As she spoke, Zhou Ke'er continued to laugh, taking out the keys, which were also soaked in blood, from her pocket, and with great effort, raised her hand and handed them to Luo Ye'er.

Luo Ye'er stared wide-eyed in disbelief. She truly hadn't expected Zhou Ke'er to actually... actually break into the palace and steal something! She had thought that Zhou Ke'er would at most circle around the palace once, and upon seeing the tight security, she would assess the situation and choose to give up...

She couldn't help but blurt out, "You...how could you be so stupid! Are you an idiot?! I told you to steal, and you just went to steal? Don't you know how dangerous it is there?!"

Seeing that Luo Yeer did not take the key, Zhou Ke'er struggled to stand up, barely placed the key in her hand, and gave her an innocent smile. However, she did not answer her question. Then her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground sideways.

"Hey! Hey!"

Luo Ye'er didn't expect Zhou Ke'er to faint so suddenly. He didn't even care about the keys in his hand, and casually put them on the table next to him. He squatted down and hesitated for a few moments, feeling rather helpless, before reaching out to check if Zhou Ke'er was still alive. Only after confirming that she was alive did he breathe a sigh of relief.

In truth, Luo Yeer owed Zhou Ke'er nothing at all—she didn't force Zhou Ke'er to do anything, and everything Zhou Ke'er did, to put it extremely, could be considered a self-indulgent act of wishful thinking.

But someone like Luo Yeer, with her personality, really falls for this, because she never wants to owe anyone anything—especially Zhou Ke'er, whom she had recently found annoying and repulsive—so she subconsciously takes Zhou Ke'er's efforts for granted as something that should be attributed to her.

As a certain deity once said, even the most intensely disliked emotions can, under certain specific circumstances, instantly transform into something else.

Zhou Ke'er had this very plan in mind.

Of course, that's not the truth. If it were a demon with any sense, they would have just left Zhou Ke'er here, grabbed the keys, and run away.

Unfortunately, Luo Ye'er was clearly being thoroughly manipulated by Zhou Ke'er, a prime example of being manipulated by others. The entire Demon Sect was at a loss, their minds in turmoil, unsure of what to do next.

This kid needs to be fooled a few more times to gain experience — by Zhou Ke'er, who pretended to faint.

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592. To have grasped it

Fortunately, although Loyal was initially at a loss, he was still a character who had lived in the Land of Exile for so long, and he could still barely maintain a minimum level of composure.

After gently lifting Zhou Ke'er onto the bed, Luo Ye'er darted out the window, cautiously surveying the surroundings. Seeing that no demons were paying attention or chasing after them from afar, he secretly cast a spell to erase the traces Zhou Ke'er had left on her path within close range and used a special powder to eliminate the smell. Finally, he returned to the house and used magic to repair the broken window.

After taking all these precautions, she looked at Zhou Ke'er again, sat on the edge of the bed, and used a healing spell on Zhou Ke'er—after all, she had spent many years in exile, and if she didn't have a few healing spells to protect herself, she would have died long ago.

Seeing this, Zhou Ke'er controlled the evil energy around her and silently began to heal her injuries, gradually healing them step by step at a slow pace.

Finally, after a while, Zhou Ke'er's injuries had mostly healed, and beads of sweat were seeping from Luo Ye'er's forehead, Zhou Ke'er "slowly woke up" and slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing this, Luo Ye'er finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his face still showed that he was very unhappy with Zhou Ke'er. Before Zhou Ke'er could speak, he curled his lips and said coldly, "I really don't know what to say to you. You did such a reckless thing and you still managed to escape alive. You're lucky! If I wasn't afraid that you would attract the gatekeeper, I would have thrown you out long ago!"

Zhou Ke'er struggled to sit up, scratched the back of her head, and gave a silly smile. "I'm sorry, I almost dragged you into this. I can move now, I'll leave right away, and I definitely won't lead them here."

As she spoke, Zhou Ke'er made a gesture as if she was trying to climb out of bed.

Luo Ye'er's eyes widened, and he shoved Zhou Ke'er back onto the bed. "What are you doing! How is your brain even structured?! How have you managed to survive until now with a way of thinking like this?"

"hey-hey."

Zhou Ke'er seemed not to understand Luo Ye'er's words, looking embarrassed after being praised. She didn't answer Luo Ye'er's question, but pointed to the key that Luo Ye'er had casually put aside, "By the way, that door key... is it real or fake? I have a feeling it's probably fake, otherwise the gatekeeper might come after me personally."

Loyer's face stiffened. To be honest, she didn't know how to distinguish whether the door key was real or fake. Although you could tell if it was real or fake by using it, she didn't know how to use the door key.

But she couldn't very well say that she had no idea whether the key was real or fake, and that she sent Zhou Ke'er to steal it just to discourage her, could she? She would feel ashamed just saying that!

Loyer glanced guiltily at his side, fidgeted with the hem of his clothes, and coughed twice, saying, "Um... um, that's true, this key isn't a real door key."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke'er showed a very disappointed expression. She sighed and struggled to get off the bed: "So it really was fake? I didn't expect that not only did the operation fail, but it also implicated you... I'll go to the gatekeeper's palace again right now. This time, I'm definitely going to steal the real key!"

"Why are you in such a hurry! I didn't ask you to go again!"

Loyer was truly exasperated. He pressed Zhou Ke'er back onto the bed and said in a harsher tone, "Mei Moride! Can't you listen to me properly? Didn't you say you were my friend? Friends shouldn't make decisions on their own; they should act according to others' wishes, shouldn't they!"

Zhou Ke'er nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Mmm, so you admit we're friends, right? Yay!"

Seeing Zhou Ke'er's silly look, Luo Ye'er sighed helplessly, covered his face, and felt that he was being too stupid for taking it so seriously. "Anyway, don't run around, just follow me. We're not going to steal anything right now."

As he spoke, to prevent Zhou Ke'er from pestering him with questions, Luo Ye'er hurriedly pushed open the door and went out.

Zhou Ke'er followed closely behind, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips—the plan was almost a success; all that remained was to resolve the issue of being hunted down by the gatekeepers.

But... it's just a key that's completely unrelated to anything. The other party probably won't care much about it; they'll just send a random demon to investigate, and that should be enough. Unless that guy is particularly concerned about his image and feels that having something stolen is an affront to his dignity or something...

At worst, I'll just have to flatter him or something; Zhou Ke'er is best at being a lackey (just kidding).

As Loyer cautiously observed his surroundings and sped along, the two soon arrived at their destination.

This was a place resembling a slum—although most of the city of exile was like a slum, this place was clearly more dilapidated than the others—even the small houses were scattered here and there, and there were mostly loose, dirty tents that emitted a pungent and disgusting smell.

Reaching a particular tent, Loyer stopped, gathering his magical energy, and drew a magic circle in front of him. A faint light flashed, and a corresponding magic circle lit up on the tent flap, causing it to open automatically.

Luo Ye'er grabbed Zhou Ke'er and darted inside. In the blink of an eye, the curtain was lowered again.

"...What commission?"

A demon clad in black robes, the entire city shrouded in darkness, sat behind a low table, slightly raising his head to look at Loyal, and asked directly.