Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others

"Sir, where did you hear about the Heavenly Demon's body-snatching? I really was cured by the doctor's acupuncture. You seem to be someone with skills, so how could you believe in such an absurd thing as a Heavenly Demon's body-snatching! Who told you about this? I suggest you go out and butcher him..." Wang San said with a pained expression, "Isn't there black dog blood over there? Just splash a bowl on my face and see if that doesn't settle it!"

"Mr. Seven, can you figure out what his secret keyword is?" Feng Yunjie eyed the Wang San on the bed, curiously asking.

Upon hearing the word 'keyword,' Wang San's breathing stopped abruptly for half a beat, but then quickly returned to normal. He looked towards Duge, his eyes revealing a hint of bewilderment, "What are you talking about? What keyword?"

"Shopkeeper Feng, what did you say he was doing when people from the mansion went to find him?" Duge, with his sharp senses, had already confirmed his background from his micro-expressions, smiled, and turned to ask.

"Flirting with the young girl next door," said Feng Zhong.

"Flirting, eh!" Duge looked at Wang San on the bed and said with a smile, "Then it's related to love, let me guess your secret keyword? Romance? Passion? Whispering sweet nothings? Infatuation? Doting? Casual..."

"Mr. Seven, I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just a waiter!" said Wang San, "Why won't you believe me? Isn't there black dog blood over there?"

"Are you really not the Heavenly Demon?" Duge asked.

"Really not," Wang San said.

"No secret keyword?" Duge asked.

"None," Wang San said.

"Third Young Master, how do we handle people suspected of being the Heavenly Demon?" Duge turned to Feng Yunjie and asked.

"Better to kill the wrong one than to let one go." Feng Yunjie thought for a moment and said.

"Then kill him. It's as if he died of tuberculosis; living an extra day was already his luck," Duge glanced over at him and said indifferently.

Whoosh!

Feng Yunjie drew his longsword and decisively struck towards Wang San's neck.

"Stop." Wang San abruptly closed his eyes and blurted out rapidly, "Romantic, my secret keyword is romantic. Don't kill me; I'm no threat."

Romantic!

Everyone in the room frowned simultaneously.

Feng Shiyi said, "Mr. Seven, is that useful?"

"It's useful, it's useful, brother, don't kill me, I can help you, let's cooperate, from now on I'll be your sharp blade, just let me live a little longer, let me experience a few more days of... this world's wonderful life..." Watching the sword edge not even three inches from his throat, Wang San's words tumbled out quickly, "I haven't even had a chance to enjoy good food; I don't want to die like this, please, please, I'm not after anything, I promise I won't mess up your plans."

"Shopkeeper, can you bring over the young girl he flirted with last night?" Duge ignored him, instead turning to Feng Zhong, "I want to know, what exactly did he say to the young girl?"

"Alright, I'll make arrangements right away," said Feng Zhong.

"Don't!" Wang San's demeanor suddenly deflated, and he looked at Duge, then suddenly asked, "Brother, is it raining today?"

"..." Duge was taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood the nonsensical nature of the question—he was signalling a secret code!

He couldn't help but smile wryly; what kind of test doesn't have these cheating rascals?

Duge asked, "So, how should I respond?"

"No rain today, rain the day after tomorrow," Wang San sighed with a dejected look.

"Now you can tell me your real keyword, and if it is useful, we can cooperate," Duge said, "Wang San, this is your last chance, think carefully before you answer."

"Sickly Cute, my secret keyword is Sickly Cute," Wang San said with a downcast face, revealing his true keyword.

"Sickly Cute?" Duge was stunned, looking at the ordinary-looking Wang San on the bed, almost asking out loud how could you, with such a keyword, choose a person with such an appearance? Shouldn't you have chosen a girl?

But soon, he figured out the reason.

A closed-book exam!

Body-snatch first, keyword assigned later!

RIP!

This damn thing, it tests not only acting skills but luck too!

It's a good thing that this thing possessed a young man, if it had to take over an old man, and then been given a "sickly cute" trait, it would've been game over in minutes...

Thankfully, his keyword is "protect"! If he had something similar to "sickly cute," he'd eliminate himself because he couldn't act out that kind of madness and perversion at all!

Moreover, like Feng Jiu, this thing also spoke only one keyword. It seems that he was the only one with two keywords. With two examples in mind, Duge finally felt relieved.

"What is 'sickly cute'?" asked Feng Shiyi.

"Someone who becomes frail and delicate from illness, I guess!" Feng Yunjie replied. "Otherwise, why would he possess someone with tuberculosis?"

Duge looked back at the two of them without saying anything.

"Bro, I'm really not fooling you this time." Wang San looked at Duge, pleading, "Although my keyword is a bit weak, as I grow stronger, I can be of help to you. Two people are better than one, right? You didn't attack me on sight because you want to work with me, right?"

"Fine, you can stay." Duge said after a moment of silence.

"Thank you, bro." Wang San was overjoyed and then turned to Feng Zhong, "Shopkeeper Feng, didn't you hear? Bro agreed to let me go, so why don't you untie me?"

Feng Yunjie swung his sword and cut the ropes binding Wang San, while Feng Shiyi released his acupoints.

Sitting up, Wang San rubbed his arms to restore circulation and looked around the room at everyone before fixing his gaze on Duge: "Bro, what's our next move? I'll listen to you."

"I want to build a team, and no one in the team can be weak," Duge stated. "If you want to join, you must show potential and value. I don't support dead weight in my team."

"Value? Is this a test for me?" Wang San asked.

"Yeah." Duge nodded.

Wang San glanced around the room, frowning slightly. "Bro, aren't there any girls in our team?"

"Not at the moment," Duge replied.

"Oh." Wang San acknowledged and then looked at Feng Yunjie and the others, tentatively asking, "They will cooperate with me, right?"

"Yeah." Duge looked emotionlessly at the others in the room and nodded.

He needed to keep Wang San, firstly to provide an explanation to Feng family's Mansion, and secondly to see how he played "sickly cute," learning from his acting experience in case he encountered a similar keyword in the future.

With a slight smile, Wang San looked at Feng Yunjie and coughed twice. Clearing his throat, he tried changing his voice: "Little brother, I like you."

"..." Feng Yunjie was startled, looking at Wang San in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Under everyone's gaze, Wang San looked at Feng Yunjie, his expression turning cold in an instant.

He reached out, wanting to touch Feng Yunjie's face, but after glancing at the Longsword in his hand, he withdrew his hand and simply gazed at him adoringly, his voice changing in a flash, "That's right, you heard me, I like you. Ever since you entered the room, I fancied you, but know this, I have a strong possessive streak, I don't like others touching my things, and I believe what's mine can't be taken by others... Ehehehehe, you look so cute right now..."

"..." Duge was stunned, damn, was it that awkward?

Feng Shiyi and Feng Zhong froze on the spot, watching Wang San, their facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

Feng Yunjie's face went from shock to disgust, goosebumps visibly sprouting on his skin. The hand holding his sword tightened fiercely, as though he would chop off Wang San's neck in the next second, but fortunately, he still had his wits about him and restrained his impulse, turning to look at Duge with a puzzled gaze.

"Wang San, you're crazy," Feng Zhong scolded. "Do you know who he is? He is the third young master of the Feng Family."

"Shopkeeper Feng, from now on, please call me Mu Haoran," Wang San turned to Feng Zhong, maintaining his previous tone and voice.

"Ahem!" Duge finally couldn't take it anymore, he coughed, "Wang San, hold on a second, before the 'sickly cute,' I suggest you change out of the waiter's clothes, your acting is great, and your voice is amazing, but this outfit, combined with your looks, to be honest, it's really distracting, it hurts to look at..."

Feng Yunjie let out a sigh of relief.

Wang San glanced down at his clothes and smirked mischievously, "Little brother, don't run away, wait for me to change clothes and then I'll come find you."