Seeing that the man stopped putting on an act with all of his “blah blah blah Brother Wen whatever” nonsense, Wen Kexing felt accomplished even though he just got cursed at. He replied nonchalantly, “My ancestors are just dust now, I don’t even know their names, so that might be an impossible feat. Though, if you can remove your disguise, and under that is a stunning face, I’m perfectly willing to be a replacement for my forebears.”

Zhou Zishu was still gritting his teeth tightly, body wound up like a shrimp and trying his best to keep the Nails under control. At the other’s ramblings, he interrupted in irritation, “Would you shut the fuck up?”

Wen Kexing shut up immediately, crossing his arms and watching by the side with not a single ounce of guilt.

After an undecipherable amount of time, Zhou Zishu opened his bloodshot eyes. Even though outsiders could not see what his real expression was, it was clearly not pleasant, “It’s morning now.”

The Nails had calmed down, which signified dawn—they had been trapped in this strange cave for an entire night.

Wen Kexing was not anxious either. He nodded at that, “Seems like whoever lured you here—possibly on purpose—really wants you dead.”

“Whoever lured you.” Zhou Zishu replied.

“It’s obviously you, I’m a good person.” Wen Kexing wouldn’t admit defeat.

Zhou Zishu ignored him, grasping at the wall to stand up. He leaned on it and started calculating the way to escape. Wen Kexing asked by his side, “Aren’t you afraid, Zhou Xu?”

“I am,” Zhou Zishu replied.

Wen Kexing stared at him, slightly surprised. Zhou Zishu continued very seriously, “I haven’t gathered enough merits yet, if I enter Hell now, who knows what I’ll reincarnate into.”

Wen Kexing firmly said after some thought, “You definitely weren’t a good person before, then.”

He didn’t wait for Zhou Zishu’s reply, “If that’s the case, isn’t it too late to start merit gathering now?”

Zhou Zishu straightened his back and walked toward a direction, “Why? Haven’t you heard of the saying ‘the second you drop the knife is when you become Buddha’?”

Wen Kexing chased after him, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to eat dog meat,” Zhou Zishu said, “That person only traps us here…”

“Traps you.” Wen Kexing corrected.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him with contempt, continuing, “That beast’s head is quite hefty, feasting on that is enough for us to last a few days. Without it there’re still the underwater creatures, so we definitely won’t starve. Doesn’t matter who that person dressed in black is, they’ll show themself eventually.”

Wen Kexing said in horror, “You were afraid of the dirty river water just yesterday, and now you want to eat those things that live in it?”