Chapter Ninety-One: All Are Merely Burial Companions!

“Giggle, little brother, that’s not how you eat fries.”
A rich aroma invaded every corner of Mu You’s senses, filling his taste buds, his nostrils, his entire being.
He took a deep breath, the scent thick with the flavor of fries and tangy tomato.
An Ru Xiang lifted her jade-like legs lightly, her nimble feet perched on the edge of Mu You’s bed. With a graceful leap, she landed atop him, her beauty crashing over him like a wave of intoxicating fragrance. Her firm, rounded thighs pinned him down, her hands forcing his arms to the sides. The ruby lips, still gripping a dagger, slowly approached his mouth.
Forced!
Forced confrontation!
Forced temptation, pushing a youth toward error!
Mu You was stunned for less than a second before he opened his mouth and bit down on the blade pointed at him, halting An Ru Xiang’s descent.
A little temptress daring to play games with the king of swagger? Heh, I’ll devour you in an instant!
Seeing Mu You actually bite the sharpest part of the blade, An Ru Xiang’s attempt to intimidate him became real. Her eyes, shimmering with mischievous light, stared at him, and she pressed down harder with her mouth.
The blade edged deeper into Mu You’s throat. Alarmed that An Ru Xiang wasn’t bluffing, Mu You strengthened his bite, challenging the alluring beauty just inches away.
Want to test strength with me? Heh, you little minx.
Once more, An Ru Xiang’s momentum was thwarted. Annoyed at his unexpected strength, she began to swallow the handle of the dagger, doubling down on her ‘forced’ approach. Mu You, unafraid, likewise let the sharp edge slip farther down his throat. Only when their lips were separated by a single line did they halt.
For the first time, both gazed into each other’s eyes from such proximity. An Ru Xiang searched Mu You’s pupils for a trace of longing or desire, but what greeted her was a pair of deep, tranquil eyes, calm as a bottomless lake.
A hint of disappointment flickered in An Ru Xiang’s eyes, but was quickly masked by her dazzling charm. She cast him a seductive glance, the intoxicating allure tumbling into Mu You’s abyssal gaze.
But Mu You simply flashed a mischievous grin, revealing eighteen impeccably white teeth. He nudged her nose and, with a fry dipped in ketchup, drew two adorable mustaches on her moon-white cheeks.

Feeling the sudden greasy sensation on her face, An Ru Xiang was incredulous—despite her all-out effort, she gained nothing from the boy, and was even teased in return. Furious, she pressed her thigh down on Mu You’s groin. He arched in pain, as she seized the chance to retrieve her Minghua Blade and Crystal Mother Thorn, then stormed off in a huff. Even in anger, her silhouette was impossibly enchanting.
Mu You watched her retreating figure, his smile wicked and sly.
“By the way, since you gave me the Crystal Mother Thorn, I’ll share a secret. When you first entered the Death Row Carnival, you were gravely injured and jumped straight into the ‘Man Hunts Ghost’ game. I doubt you’ve read the Death Row Survival Guide.”
“Death Row Survival Guide?!”
Mu You arched an eyebrow, echoing her words, then laughed, “Since I’m a dangerous death row inmate, do I really need to memorize it?!”
“Indeed, you don’t need to. Your strength gives you that privilege. But every newcomer gets a once-in-a-lifetime benefit. That might matter to you.”
“Benefit!!” Mu You’s eyes lit up at her words.
An Ru Xiang no longer bothered to mock his greedy expression, but countered, “I’ll tell you, but you must answer one question for me.”
“Speak.” Opportunity was at hand; Mu You was impatient.
Seeing his straightforwardness, An Ru Xiang cleared her throat, suddenly shy. “Both Dongguan and I have pressed our bodies against yours. Tell me… who felt better?”
“What!!”
Mu You’s eyes widened in disbelief. He’d expected her to challenge him, but never thought she’d ask a question with such ‘jealous’ undertones.
“Give your sister an honest answer.”
Seeing Mu You’s eyes darting as he searched for words, An Ru Xiang urged him.
“Each has her own charms.”
Mu You smiled sheepishly, switching to his ‘cute fool’ mode.

“You must choose one!” An Ru Xiang pressed.
“Each has her own unique feel—both are amazing!”
Mu You grinned lasciviously, answering with a hint of mischief.
An Ru Xiang rolled her eyes beautifully—she truly had no way to deal with him. She then removed her Minghua Blade, flicking it in the air to create a few dazzling arcs, and told Mu You:
“This Minghua Blade is worth four hundred fifty thousand points. I got it on my first day as a death row inmate—when I was penniless.”
Mu You’s eyes nearly popped out at this.
Four hundred fifty thousand points! How did An Ru Xiang manage that!
“Want to know why?”
Mu You nodded frantically.
Satisfied, An Ru Xiang explained with a smile, “On the first day in the Death Row Carnival, every inmate gets a chance to draw for an item—some as high as LV5. My Minghua Blade, forged from the rarest Skysea Secret Silver, is between LV3 and LV4. The odds grow slimmer the higher you go; out of over fifteen thousand in Building Twelve, only I and that Zhenmei were lucky enough to draw something so rare. One in ten thousand odds, maybe even less. It’s nearly impossible, but if you succeed, your fortunes change instantly. You know my abilities: they’re limited to confusing the mind. Without this blade’s protection, I wouldn’t have made it this far.”
As An Ru Xiang spoke, her gaze toward the Minghua Blade softened with warmth. She looked at Mu You, her expression deeply meaningful, and continued:
“After we become death row inmates, the Carnival analyzes our physique, temperament, and potential, secretly evaluating and even interfering based on our performance. For example, your chance to draw a quasi-S-class mission—who’s to say there wasn’t manipulation? But one thing, Mu You, I want you to remember: this Carnival never suppresses the strong. The more powerful you are, the more terrifying the resources you’ll gain. There’s nothing you can’t swallow; nothing the Carnival won’t provide. Here, we’re like venomous insects raised by a master—growing stronger through battle. Only the surviving King of Bugs will truly catch the master’s eye; the rest… are mere sacrifices!”
With a serene tone, An Ru Xiang finished, and tucked the Minghua Blade back into her hair. She regained her original elegance, pursed her lips, and strode away without a backward glance, saying, “I have no interest in being the ‘King of Bugs.’ I came to this Carnival to find and save my only family—my sister. You should have some sense of An Ru Xiang’s nature by now. If you help me, once it’s done, like Jing Fei, my life will belong to you, Mu You!”