The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit sneered, her tentacles sprouting rows of sharp barbs with a rustling sound, coldly stating:

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lynn calmly replied, "First of all, I'm a compassionate doctor. Likewise, I have many compassionate patients and customers. If I disappear, they won't be able to find me, and they'll be very sad."

"For example, those two bald guys currently fighting to the death outside the alley—they're my loyal customers and good friends."

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit narrowed her eyes, sneering:

"Is that so? You mean that Demon Hunter and Black Knight? You think I'd believe your..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

Click—

The sound of a safety being disengaged.

Lynn slowly pulled out the silver revolver from his chest, smiling as he raised it and aimed at the ceiling, saying:

"You should recognize this gun, right?"

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit jolted, her eyes instantly narrowing as she said:

"That Demon Hunter's revolver?!"

She was very familiar with that flashy Demon Hunter.

Those two demon-hunting revolvers he brought from the upper world—he always kept them close and cherished them deeply.

How could this gun end up in his hands!

Lynn smiled while holding up the gun, saying: "He's from my race, and also an uncle-like figure who's very fond of me. He left this gun for my protection. If I encounter danger, I just need to fire one shot, and he'll immediately come to help me."

"And he's right outside the alley right now—it wouldn't take him long to get here."

...

Achoo—

Outside the alley, a certain bald guy sneezed violently.

...

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit narrowed her eyes, murderous light flickering within them.

Lynn smiled as he put away the gun, then pulled out a thin, curly strand of hair from his chest.

"And what is this?" the Blood-Robed Evil Spirit said coldly.

Lynn's lips curled slightly as he said lightly, "It's a token my Uncle Black Knight left me—his personal chest hair, and the longest, curliest one at that!"

"My Uncle Black Knight said that if I just give it a gentle flick, he'll sense it and come to help me. If you don't believe me, we can test it out."

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit instantly looked dumbfounded, saying: "Ch-chest hair?"

Lynn adjusted his monocle, calmly smiling:

"Exactly. You should be able to sense the aura on this, right? Today my Uncle Black came to see me, asked me to give him a haircut, and conveniently left me this token. He said I had darkening between my eyebrows and might face disaster soon. Looks like my uncle was absolutely right."

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit's mouth hung open.

For some reason, she found herself completely unable to form any rebuttal.

"And if you know him, you should be well aware that my Uncle Black Knight cares deeply about his appearance. If someone dared to give him a bald head, he would definitely kill that person."

Lynn's lips curved slightly upward as he said:

"Just think about it—why am I completely fine then?"

"Can't you see the incredibly close relationship between us?"

...

Achoo—

The other bald guy outside the alley also sneezed, looking utterly bewildered.

...

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit looked thoroughly shaken.

Her eyes flickered wildly, filled with hesitation and uncertainty.

Because what he said was indeed true.

She had fought that madman before, and that Black Knight was indeed as flashy as that Demon Hunter. Someone that flamboyant would never just accept having his head shaved without consequences.

Instantly.

Her mind flashed back to earlier when this human kid gave those long, messy hairs to that Scavenger.

Could it be...

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit grew solemn.

Indeed, this human kid could run a shop safely in this monster-filled Dark World—he definitely had some connections here.

No wonder he dared to be so confident.

But...

"Wait!" she said with gloomy eyes:

"Don't try to fool me! I know perfectly well those two have been mortal enemies for centuries! If they both have such extraordinary relationships with you, why do they fight to the death every time they meet?!"

Lynn's lips curved slightly, saying:

"Madam, do you really lack such perception? Can't you see..."

Lynn narrowed his eyes, speaking profoundly: "That they're in a love-hate relationship?"

...

Achoo—

Achoo—

Outside the alley, the Demon Hunter and Black Knight sneezed simultaneously.

The Demon Hunter immediately pointed at the Black Knight, furious: "I knew there was a reason I was sneezing! Apparently it's because you're cursing me in your heart! You're so dead!"

The Black Knight gritted his teeth, eyes wide with rage as he pointed back at the Demon Hunter:

"Stop talking nonsense! Obviously it's you who's been slandering and mocking me in your heart! Today I'll beat you until you're paralyzed!"

Instantly, the two bald men (〝▼皿▼) started fighting each other again.

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The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit frowned deeply, staring at Lynn, not daring to make any rash moves for the moment.

Although she felt like there wasn't a single word of truth coming from his mouth, that chest hair and revolver did provide reasonable evidence that his relationship with those two was unusual.

Lynn smiled slightly, elbows on the table, chin resting on his hands, calm and unflustered as he said:

"Those two aside, there's also my teacher. You can ask around—as a ???-level existence in Wandering Souls Alley, think about how many people his chainsaw has cut through. And as his only apprentice + successor, do you think my teacher would let his good child die just like that?"

He stretched his neck, loosened his collar, ╮(╯▽╰)╭ and said:

"Also, that granny in our Wandering Souls Alley is very fond of me too—she really treats me like her own grandson. I still need to help Grandma through her old age and send her off properly. If such a clever and filial grandson like me died, you can't imagine how heartbroken Grandma would be~~"

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The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit gritted her teeth, watching Lynn who was getting more and more enthusiastic with his storytelling.

For some reason.

She just felt an overwhelming urge to beat him to death.

"By the way."

Lynn changed the subject, smiled slightly, then pulled out a small piece of crystal-clear, jade-like substance from his chest, saying:

"See what this is?"

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit's eyes instantly locked onto that tooth-fragment-like object in his hand.

Immediately, her expression changed.

Because from that tiny white object, she could sense an indescribable Origin-Level aura.

"This... this is..."

Lynn's lips curved into a slight smile as he said:

"Quite unfortunately, madam, I assume you know of the famous Abyssal Head Hunter?"

The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit jolted throughout her entire body, almost instinctively taking a step back.

Her eyes instantly fixed intently on Lynn.

Abyssal Head Hunter!

As a creature of the Dark World, she naturally knew very well.

They were extremely terrifying Origin-Level monsters that constantly roamed various regions of the Dark World. Every time they appeared, they would devour countless living beings and flesh.

They were existences that even monarch-level powerhouses in the Dark World would absolutely avoid at all costs!

And quite unfortunately.

Just yesterday, multiple Dark creature gathering spots near Wandering Souls Alley had all been completely cleaned out by those Head Hunters.

And she herself had barely managed to escape from one of those Head Hunters last night.

Could it be...

Lynn smiled as he adjusted his monocle, hinting:

"Seems you're aware. Then guess—with so many creatures dying around Wandering Souls Alley, why was Wandering Souls Alley alone spared from this disaster?"