I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 233, page 1.17, 10: A Night of Madness
The numbers on the screen were jumping wildly, indicating that the number of surviving players was rapidly decreasing.

It only took ten minutes for the number of people to go from 15772 to 12057.

Dao Lin frowned slightly as he looked at the string of numbers, his mind filled with doubt.

Why did the bloody battle in the commercial street occur?

Could this also be part of Fisch's plan?
The sound of a bronze bell rang out in the air, and at the same time, seven doors with transparent light membranes appeared in the distance, seemingly leading to other areas.

"Congratulations on surviving. Now, please choose any area you wish to go to."

"It was not a coincidence but an inevitability. Fish wanted us to kill each other to reduce the number of players, so he deliberately kept us locked in here without opening the door." Shui Qi carefully wiped the bloodstains on his sword with a handkerchief, and finally sheathed it and put it in his pocket.

Fei looked up at the bright, dazzling sun, his iris-purple eyes shimmering slightly, like a gentle breeze rippling across water. He sheathed his sword, transforming it back into an ordinary hand staff, which he tied to his waist.

He reached out and gently grasped at the air, as if he had caught something. His eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly softening. His thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say a few words, but no sound came out.

The crowd surged toward the various exits, ignoring everyone else, seemingly trying to escape this terrifying place.

He was pushed from an unknown direction, and Fei stumbled a couple of times before being separated from Shui Qi and the others.

He glanced around but didn't see Shui Qi. This meant they had already chosen a door to go through, but he couldn't see which door they went through, so he couldn't catch up.

"Hey, what are you doing standing here?" A soft, childlike voice, slightly lowered, came from beside me.

Fei turned around and saw Mu Yin standing behind him, greeting him with a light laugh.

Fei was slightly taken aback, never expecting to encounter Mu Yin under these circumstances.

Those cold, beast-like, dark gold vertical pupils stared fixedly at him, a casual smile on her face, one hand slightly raised as a greeting.

Fei nodded to Mu Yin and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Mu Yin called out to Fei, frowned, and then clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Forget it, I'm not used to dealing with people like you. Let the expressionless guy handle it."

Slowly closing her eyes, she opened them again to reveal a pair of clear, cold, silver, round pupils.

"Long time no see, Fei." Mu Yegui tilted his head and looked at Fei, speaking softly.

The iris-purple eyes gazed silently at those emotionless silver round pupils, their light flickering like a dragonfly hovering over calm water before quickly departing, leaving only ripples to indicate what had once lingered on the surface.

Half of his face was buried in the scarf, concealing his handsome features.

He opened his mouth slightly, but then closed it again.

"Is Fei still wearing it? It's old." Mu Yegui stood on tiptoe, trying to help him untie the scarf.

Her iris-purple eyes flickered slightly, and in that instant, a pebble fell into the water, completely shattering the tranquility.

He did not dodge Mu Yegui's hand, but instead knelt on one knee in front of her, lowering his head as if a knight were swearing allegiance to his master, with piety and respect.

However, the next second, his chin was gently touched by a soft little hand, which slightly lifted his head.

His eyes reflected that delicate, beautiful, doll-like face, yet it was lifeless. He never once looked away, his eyes pure and without a trace of desecration.

"You don't have to bow down to anyone. Just be yourself and don't become anyone's appendage. Fei is just Fei, and there are some things that only Fei can do." The soft, sweet voice, with its emotionless tone, sounded as if she were simply reciting lines, yet it still moved people deeply.

His violet eyes, now slightly moist, finally turned his head to look elsewhere.

The hand rested on the scarf around his neck, on his most vulnerable area—a forbidden zone where no one was allowed to touch, for if that person suddenly changed their mind and grabbed his neck, death awaited him. Even so, he still unwittingly exposed his weakness to her.

Because if she wanted to kill him, she wouldn't have waited until now.

This person is the safest.

I feel most at ease in front of this person.

You won't have to endure strange looks from others, hear demeaning words, or be taken advantage of by those with ulterior motives.

She doesn't need these.

Therefore, his cowardice and the ugliness he wanted to hide could be fully exposed to her.

When they first met, he might have felt a little scared or had other thoughts about her.

But ever since he injured his neck, no one else dared to touch him, except for her, who took the medicine and treated him. She even tore off a piece of her skirt to use as a scarf to cover his wound, afraid that he would care about what others thought.

He really cares.

Care very much.

From that moment on, Zhou Hao had always stood in front of him, trying to protect him, but he dared not mention the wound on his neck at all, perhaps because he was afraid that Zhou Hao would care.

But this kind of differential treatment is what he finds most unacceptable.

Why can't we just pretend he doesn't exist?

Why do I always hesitate to speak to him, as if I'm afraid of hurting him?
He doesn't need this special treatment.

Do people who can accept and ignore the scars on his neck without prejudice really exist?
It certainly exists.

He is a lucky man, experiencing this feeling for the first time in his life.

In her presence, he wouldn't see any strange emotions or feel any special treatment; he could sense that she was just like everyone else.

He is not a special case.

“Wearing a scarf now would be too conspicuous.” Mu Yegui touched the necklace around her neck, then untied it and removed the black lily decoration, leaving only a bare black necklace.

She leaned forward slightly and tied the black necklace around Fei's neck, just enough to cover the scar on her neck.

Compared to a scarf, wearing a simple, undecorated black necklace around the neck doesn't seem out of place or strange; instead, it gives off a unique aesthetic.

Fei subconsciously touched the necklace around her neck, looking somewhat surprised.

Without the scarf to cover my face, I felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. I usually tuck my scarf under my face to hide my expressions, but now I can't hide any of them.

"That feels much better." Mu Yegui reached out and pulled Fei up, looking up at his handsome face, and said softly.

Her iris-purple eyes quietly reflected Mu Yegui's figure, and her slightly pursed lips curved into a faint smile, gentle yet focused.

Fei has changed his image.

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