Chapter Ninety-Two: A Dog Speaks Like a Man

Second floor of the psychiatric hospital.

Facing the Great Tibetan Mastiff, Fang Tang wore an almost imperceptible smile.

“I’m back again—didn’t expect that, did you?”

“You…”

The Great Tibetan Mastiff fixed its gaze on Fang Tang, a fierce look flashing in its canine eyes.

“What’s with the ‘you’? Let’s play military chess again, hurry up, don’t waste time.”

Fang Tang waved his hand impatiently, urging the Mastiff to move faster.

The Mastiff curled the corner of its mouth and said in a deep voice, “This time, we play by my rules.”

“What rules?” Fang Tang dug at his ear, subtly pulling Xie Ling close to his side.

With a gambling dog in front and a luck goddess at his side, Fang Tang felt utterly secure. The key was that this luck goddess had a lucky roulette… The ultimate nemesis of gamblers!

“Hmph, we’ll play dice. Highest roll wins. One round decides it all.”

“And the stakes?”

“Your life against my Spirit Vessel item.”

The Mastiff produced two dice cups, pushing one toward Fang Tang.

Fang Tang glanced at him, then leaned close to Xie Ling’s ear. “Can your lucky roulette work on me?”

“It should, I think…” Xie Ling hesitated, uncertain. Since awakening her roulette, she’d never used it on anyone else.

Fang Tang grunted, “Help me out later. The Spirit Vessel I win will be yours to use.”

“Mm-hmm!” Xie Ling nodded obediently at his proposal.

With the luck goddess assisting him, Fang Tang’s heart was steady. He even looked at the Mastiff with a hint of sympathy. The prideful dice control crushed by lucky roulette—he might just spiral into despair.

One hand resting on Xie Ling’s shoulder, Fang Tang picked up the dice cup.

Clatter!

Three dice rattled inside, then, with a slap, Fang Tang slammed the cup onto the table.

The Mastiff tapped his dice cup lightly and puffed out his chest with pride.

“Open the cup!”

Fang Tang lifted his cup—three bright red sixes stared back.

The Mastiff sneered, placing his paw atop his own cup.

Xie Ling’s eyes narrowed, the roulette in her gaze spinning with black, white, and gray. The pointer whirled and landed on black.

Bad luck.

The Mastiff’s five claws gripped tight, flipping his cup.

He didn’t even look at the dice, glaring fiercely at Fang Tang. “Hmph, hand over your life, boy!”

Fang Tang rubbed his nose. “Are you sure you’ve won?”

The Mastiff’s fur trembled, his eyes flicking to the dice—and his face changed.

“This can’t be!”

In front of him, only two dice remained; the last had crumbled to powder.

“Maybe you just used too much force cheating?”

Fang Tang smiled, his demeanor ever more relaxed.

Having the luck goddess at his side was truly a blessing!

The Mastiff looked as if he’d swallowed two tons of flies. “I never thought I’d lose to you twice. I admit you’re skilled, but you’re still not qualified to reach the fifth floor.”

“Enough talk, where’s the Spirit Vessel?” Fang Tang beckoned impatiently.

The Mastiff tossed him a golden fountain pen.

“Take it and get lost!”

[This Great Tibetan Mastiff is stingy—clearly has good stuff but won’t hand it over. Psychiatrist’s Pen—Spirit Vessel Ability: Write someone’s name and they go mad. Don’t underestimate this power; within twisted rules, it can turn people into the Fallen.]

Fang Tang raised an eyebrow, passing the pen to Xie Ling.

“Don’t use it recklessly.”

“Mm-hmm!” Xie Ling smiled brightly.

“The barrier to the third floor is gone,” Ta Meng, stationed at the stairwell, turned and called out to Fang Tang’s group.

Liu Yiran grinned. “Let’s go up and see what these Fallen are like.”

“There are about forty Fallen up there, mostly fourth rank, a few fifth rank,” Fang Tang reported truthfully.

Liu Yiran narrowed his eyes. “Let’s head up. Ta Meng, lead the way.”

As the squad’s frontline, Ta Meng was not only brawny but equipped with the right sequence abilities.

Sequence 360: Stone Bastion; Sequence 444: Explosive Pressure.

Combined, these gave Ta Meng formidable crowd-control.

He nodded, flexed his fists, and charged up the stairs with enthusiasm.

Xu Lin followed close behind. Liu Yiran and Fang Tang ascended side by side. Su Mang, Xie Ling, and Liu Xu—lacking powerful attack skills—fell naturally into support roles.

Reaching a step below the third floor, they saw a dense throng of Fallen, their expressions growing grave.

Ta Meng roared, stepping onto the third floor, stirring the Fallen into agitation.

Boom!

Ta Meng’s legs powered him forward, his body hurtling into the crowd like a cannonball.

The Fallen were caught completely off guard.

Xu Lin swiftly followed, wielding twin daggers, moving like a phantom through the Fallen.

Sequence 344: Death Like the Wind.

Xu Lin was a pure assassin—every bit of his sequence talent and skill points poured into offense.

This was the path Fang Tang had initially planned to take.

Observing Xu Lin’s attack style, Fang Tang grimaced, shaking his head repeatedly.

“Good thing I’m a pentagon warrior. If I specialized like Xu Lin, I’d be dead meat against these guys.”

With Ta Meng and Xu Lin opening the fight, Liu Yiran, as captain, joined in too.

After all, among the Fallen were some fifth ranks—not Xu Lin’s match.

Liu Yiran’s fighting style was far more elegant than theirs—matching his smiling, gentlemanly demeanor, his movements were gentle.

His hand pressed against a Fallen’s face; the creature quickly disintegrated into a heap of residue.

Sequence 123: Corrosion.

A very powerful sequence talent.

Witnessing the trio’s strength, Fang Tang joined the fray. Last time, he’d left the third floor in defeat—this time, he was here to reclaim his honor.

Shadow Surge activated.

Under the astonished gazes of Liu Yiran and the others, Fang Tang began his harvest.

He darted through the Fallen at astonishing speed.

Soon, the corridor was dominated by a single black shadow.

One after another, the Fallen’s heads flew.

Decapitation + Sixth Time Always Works—Fang Tang instantly became the star of the crowd.

“Where did this kid come from?”

Ta Meng wondered aloud, glancing at Xu Lin.

Xu Lin chuckled. “Doesn’t matter where—he’s our teammate now, and that’s enough.”

“True enough!” Ta Meng nodded in deep agreement.

Liu Yiran watched the lingering shadow beside him, murmuring, “Heh, high-level sequence—looks like another trip to the Underworld Shop.”

In Shadow Surge, Fang Tang spotted a Shar-Pei in the corner, its blood-red eyes tracking his every move.

“Finally found you!”

Fang Tang shouted, and the Reversed Blades on his arms shot out instantly.

Last time, it was this Shar-Pei that forced him to retreat; now, seeing it again, he was eager for revenge.

The blades merged into the Shar-Pei’s body, black smoke billowing from its nostrils.

Yet the Shar-Pei showed no signs of dying—on the contrary, it gazed at Fang Tang with keen interest.

“What an interesting human. Second meeting, and your strength has grown so much—I’d love to cut you open and see.”

The dog spoke, a hint of madness gleaming in its crimson eyes.