City of Sin and Mist (The Black Death) Chapter 126: A Pair

In truth, not every player carries numerous trump cards on them. Most people don’t complete the game as effortlessly as Wu Hui and Ren Yin do; their items are usually consumed during the gameplay. After reaching level five, many, in an attempt to avoid the game, even sell off their equipment to trade for points. Though skipping a round costs only fifty points, over time, they still can’t afford it.

Therefore, those level-five players who leisurely avoid combat and choose survival might be weaker in combat power than many persistent level-four players. Without any business acumen or affiliation to powerful factions, they ultimately have no choice but to reluctantly participate in the game when their resources run dry—and end up dying.

These people often opt for plague-type games. In fact, the mortality rate in such games isn’t high because the main opponents are ordinary people, and the system provides some cover. But sometimes, lapses occur. The Tribunal, the Butterfly Organization, Palmer, and various other groups and players won’t tolerate their living areas being wiped clean.

The level-five player before them truly had little in possessions; her only trump card was a skill—a skill she rarely dared to use.

Initially, she thought they were just two level-four players who had accidentally escaped harm, but they turned out to be far more troublesome. She intended to observe longer, but Ren Yin spotted her and launched an attack immediately. Neither of them showed any intention to distinguish friend from foe—they struck with deadly force.

At this moment, she had no choice but to unleash her final move.

Her pale arm, shrouded in black mist, suddenly swelled and then exploded.

Ren Yin was still aiming, but a sharp pain radiated through her arm. After a muffled grunt, she lost strength and collapsed.

Wu Hui reached out to support her. The Book of Life activated, accelerating the freezing of seawater and completely encasing the attacking enemy in ice.

For this, he sacrificed two of his spirit beasts. It mattered little, as they could be resurrected with mental energy.

He performed a sacrifice and summoned the Black Knight.

A long spear pierced through the ice, striking repeatedly and shattering the enemy’s skull. Meanwhile, Wu Hui and Ren Yin hastened their escape on the boat.

“Are you okay?” Wu Hui asked, holding Ren Yin as the black mist exploded in the streets behind them, dispersing into the surroundings.

He had inevitably inhaled some of it and now felt uneasy and restless.

“I’m not okay,” Ren Yin replied, her arm slowly healing, but she wasn’t referring to the injury. “I have an urge to drain you dry, then kill those other little pests.”

Her tone remained remarkably calm.

Wu Hui said, “Hold it in. Once we reach a safe place, I can help you vent.”

“What about you? Don’t you have any criminal urges?” Ren Yin inquired.

Wu Hui answered, “Take advantage of the chaos to loot the local Tribunal’s warehouse, forcibly seize the twins. Also, I was going to...,” he paused, “imprison you, make all three of you sign slave contracts with me, cover up the evidence, and pin the blame on the players currently in the game.”

Both of them spoke these chilling words expressionlessly.

The black mist affected them indeed, and it was clearer that Wu Hui felt it more deeply. Ren Yin only had an impulse, while Wu Hui had even prepared a plan.

Of course, having a plan ready didn’t mean he intended to execute it. Such actions were obviously unprofitable; Wu Hui wouldn’t carry them out once he calmed down.

“You want to imprison me? So you like that kind of game,” Ren Yin reacted to his words with surprising excitement, even pushing her glasses up her nose.

“That’s not the point. Can you suppress these dark desires and stay calm? If not, we’ll find somewhere outside to sleep.”

Ren Yin said, “No problem. If you hold me, I can fall asleep right away. When we get back, have Li Xiaoyue hypnotize us.”

“Alright.” Wu Hui picked her up.

She wasn’t heavy and felt soft.

Her hair rested on Wu Hui’s shoulder, and she kissed him lightly before closing her eyes.

The healing process had drained much of Ren Yin’s energy, so she truly fell asleep. Yet this posture wouldn’t allow her to sleep deeply—she could wake instantly if danger arose.

Back at the dormitory, everyone was asleep. Only Ke Wenbei lingered near the door of Li Xiaojing and Li Xiaoyue.

In the end, he made no move and turned away.

On the door, the magic array Ren Yin had set flickered faintly. If he forced the door open and entered, it would likely be his death.

Ke Wenbei’s gaze was cold. Suppressing his discomfort, he returned to the room assigned to him and his cousin.

What annoyed him most was that his cousin snored loudly—extremely irritating.

Wu Hui carried Ren Yin back to their room.

He gently laid her down on the bed, where she slightly opened her eyes.

The magic array was intended to defend against Ke Wenbei.

But this trap could attack outsiders and even those inside the room.

The black mist’s effect was potent. Despite seeming to calm herself, Ren Yin still felt various impulses. Reason told her that monopolizing Wu Hui was neither beneficial nor feasible. Besides, she didn’t dislike the twins.

Yet emotionally, the impulse lingered.

After placing her on the bed, Wu Hui hesitated briefly before beginning his work.

The night passed.

Morning light was dim; dark clouds still loomed over the city.

And weighed heavily on their hearts.

“This is... troublesome,” Wu Hui said as he got up, ensuring he hadn’t forgotten anything. Ren Yin was still asleep beside him. Without her glasses, she looked as beautiful as ever.

Her brows knitted slightly, as if plagued by a nightmare. Only when Wu Hui gently stroked her did she finally settle.

Last night had been fruitful—they connected with a local awakener and killed a target.

However, as his sister had said, Ren Yin would never be content with just this private relationship. Matters of the heart were difficult—especially with those twins.

Wang Xiaodie and his sister weren’t too troublesome.

Wu Hui’s headache returned as he felt the urge to control everyone and force them into slave contracts. Yet he restrained himself.

Clearly, both he and Ren Yin harbored similar criminal impulses. They could handle everything else well, but matters of the heart were unsolvable by anyone.

Setting aside Wu Hui, who barely reached average human emotional understanding after skill adjustments, Ren Yin had her own plan. It was still incomplete, but once accomplished, things would become much simpler.

“You transfer Wang Xiaodie’s remaining slave contracts to me,” Ren Yin murmured groggily as she woke, clutching Wu Hui’s arm. “I’ll use myself in exchange.”

ps: First update of the day.