188 Salty Lemon

San Zhe snickered.

The corner of Cheng Xiu's lips twitched in amusement.

"What do you want to do?" Yaksha asked the Spoon in a cold voice.

The spoon jumped back a few steps and angled its head upwards like it had eyes that could see him.

"Fork," the spoon called out to its companion.

"Yeah?"

"Run!"

The spoon said and ran away.

The fork turned towards the direction that the other ran in and then at Yaksha.

It jumped and ran away, following its companion.

"That was so random," San Zhe commented after a while.

Cheng Xiu frowned. "I don't think so."

"Sister Xiu?"

"What if this was another Sub-plots?" Cheng Xiu asked him.

San Zhe blinked at her owlishly. "How many subplots are there in this dungeon?"

"How would I know?" Cheng Xiu asked him.

San Zhe sighed. "Are we going to face infinite amount of subplots until we kill all those rats?"