Chapter 235: Dog Father, Tiger Son (2)

This time, Wen Lan used Yan Cheng’s power to eliminate the smiling death condition entirely.

Yet the moment the muscular man uttered the word "Die," the bloody 王 mark appeared again.

He had Word Spirit, too?

Impossible!

If this man possessed Word Spirit, why had he waited so long to come to the door? He could have simply shouted "Die" from inside the room and killed them without ever opening it.

Something wasn’t right.

Could it be that Tiger’s killing condition was...

Wen Lan narrowed her eyes, staring at the muscular man.

In the distance, Mo’ Xians corpse lay motionless.

Long Lingxue watched Wen Lan’s head closely. The black-and-red omen of great misfortune pulsed slowly before gradually transforming into a tiny character indicating misfortune.

Was Wen Lan about to succeed in signing the contract?

Let’s do it again.

Time Jump!

Buzz!

This time, Wen Lan seemed to have figured something out. Without hesitation, she turned to look at Mo Xian.

Thud!

The next moment, Mo Xian’s chest exploded, leaving a gaping hole. Yet his face remained expressionless.

Wen Lan stood quietly in front of Room 518’s door without moving.

This time, she didn’t knock or speak. She simply waited in silence.

Behind her, Long Lingxue watched in confusion, unable to understand what Wen Lan was trying to accomplish.

Just as she was about to ask, Wen Lan abruptly turned around and made a quiet gesture.

"Shh!"

Long Lingxue still didn’t understand, but she obediently closed her mouth.

After a while, the door opened.

The muscular man appeared in the doorway, his gaze fixed on Wen Lan.

The two stared at each other in silence.

Wen Lan pointed into the room, then pointed at herself.

The muscular man hesitated briefly before nodding.

Buzz!

The thirty-second future simulation ended.

Wen Lan looked at the door of Room 518 once more, let out a long breath, and finally smiled.

That’s right.

She had guessed correctly.

It was the sound!

The previous two deaths hadn’t been caused by smiling or speaking directly. After eliminating those possibilities, Wen Lan had finally noticed the crucial detail.

She had been standing outside the door, knocking and speaking. Someone was clearly inside, yet Tiger hadn’t responded for a long time.

Only after she had spoken at length did he slowly open the door and stare at her.

Even then, Tiger hadn’t said a single word.

Since he refused to speak, Wen Lan had naturally continued introducing herself.

During that process, she had made the most sounds without realizing it.

And those sounds had triggered the death rule associated with the bloody 王 mark!

Tiger truly lived up to his name. His killing condition was frighteningly simple.

Had he deliberately remained silent to trick me into speaking?

Wen Lan narrowed her eyes and glanced at Emo Sheen’s chest.

The damage had spread upward, reaching his neck.

Perhaps if she activated the remaining two Time Jumps, Emo Sheen’s body would explode completely.

But she couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

Without hesitation, Wen Lan activated Time Jump again, skipping the third future simulation entirely.

Buzz!

The scene before her twisted rapidly.

Suddenly, the door to Room 518 swung open.

The muscular man stepped aside and gestured for Wen Lan to enter.

"This... this..."

Behind her, Long Lingxue hesitated as she watched the scene unfold.

Just as she was about to speak, Wen Lan turned around and made another shushing gesture.

The future simulation had been skipped.

Long Lingxue didn’t understand what was happening, but she quickly closed her mouth and followed Wen Lan inside.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Their footsteps echoed through the room.

Room 518 had a remarkably bright living room. The marble floor was spotless, and the sofa and coffee table were so clean that they seemed almost untouched.

Wen Lan glanced around, searching for clues.

Just then, a small figure passed in front of her.

The person was wearing an apron and carrying a bottle of dishwashing detergent, apparently heading toward the kitchen.

At first glance, the figure appeared to be the size of a child, yet their movements were surprisingly quick.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Suddenly, the previously silent muscular man deliberately cleared his throat.

The small figure immediately stopped.

Then, for the first time, the muscular man spoke.

"Hey, Hu Juan! What have I taught you?"

His copper-bell eyes glared at Juan.

Juan immediately put down the things in his hands, turned around, and folded his arms across his chest. Then he offered Wen Lan and Long Lingxue a faint smile.

"Hello, guests. Welcome to the Hu family’s home. My name is Hu Juan, and I’m here on behalf of my father, Hu Shan, to welcome you."

He delivered the greeting with almost mechanical precision.

"May I ask what business brings you here? Would you like to sit in the living room and have some tea while we talk?"

His standardized greeting made him sound like the kind of well-behaved child every parent wished they had.

Yet Wen Lan hesitated as she studied him.

What’s going on?

Why is it safe to make sounds now?

Could Tiger’s killing condition require the target to make a sound?

Hu Juan was speaking perfectly normally, and nothing had happened to him.

Did this correspond to the saying that a tiger doesn’t eat its own cubs?

But hadn’t the information indicated Dog Father, Tiger Son?

Why did it look more like Tiger Father, Dog Son now?

No!

No, no, no!

There had to be more to this.

Wen Lan didn’t dare answer Hu Juan’s questions. Instead, she continued staring at him.

The Hu father-and-son pair were the final Tiger and Dog.

If the father was Tiger, then Hu Juan could only be Dog.

Wen Lan silently pointed to herself, then traced the word Wolf in the air.

She was revealing her identity to someone who might be willing to help the Wolf Faction.

Hu Juan’s eyes twitched slightly.

He forced a smile.

"If you don’t have any business here, I can escort you back to the elevator."

Wen Lan was stunned.

What? Why?

Why doesn’t he want to help us? He hasn’t even mentioned signing the order!

Had Shen Yu’s information turned out to be wrong again?

For a moment, Wen Lan was completely confused.

However, the moment Hu Juan finished speaking, Hu Shan’s expression darkened.

"You little brat! Did I tell you to send our guests away?"

He glared at his son.

"What, you think you’re the boss just because you’re the one greeting them?"

He pointed toward the kitchen.

"Go boil two pots of tea! And didn’t you recently learn rap? While the tea is boiling, perform a little rap for our two guests. Understand?"

Under Hu Shan’s command, Hu Juan’s brows furrowed.

But he immediately lowered his head and walked toward the kitchen.

Long Lingxue watched him leave, and her expression suddenly changed.

Great misfortune!

Great misfortune!

Her!

Wen Lan’s omen of fortune and misfortune changed again.

Long Lingxue hurried to Wen Lan’s side. She didn’t dare speak, so she repeatedly wrote the words GREAT MISFORTUNE on Wen Lan’s arm.

Wen Lan glanced at her, then shifted her gaze toward Hu Shan’s retreating figure.

She fell into deep thought.

Something was wrong.

Why would boiling tea and performing rap lead to great misfortune?

Moreover, when Wen Lan had revealed her identity as a member of the Wolf Faction, Hu Juan had immediately tried to send them away.

Could it be that Hu Juan didn’t want to sign the contract at all?

Perhaps he had been trying to protect them by making them leave as quickly as possible.

If so, then Shen Yu’s information had been correct after all.

But why would he believe that the Hu father-and-son pair were a Dog Father and Tiger Son?

Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle...

The sound of boiling water came from the kitchen.

Hu Juan untied his apron and prepared to return to the living room.

Wen Lan didn’t dare take any chances. She grabbed Long Lingxue and headed straight for the door.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She waved goodbye to Hu Shan, hoping to leave without attracting further attention.

But Hu Shan completely ignored her gesture.

Instead, he stepped forward and blocked the doorway.

"Hey, my friends! We’ve only just met, and you’re already leaving?"

He grinned at them.

"Since we’re parting ways, why not let my son see you off?"