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

Chapter 679, Section 2.5, Chapter 19: The House of Silk and the Dollhouse

The clattering sound of high heels on the stairs was particularly jarring in the silence.

Fernana followed the directions on the map she had found, descending the stairs step by step, the ticking sound growing louder and louder as she went down.

The walls are becoming increasingly damp and dilapidated.

The dim candle emitted only a faint light, and the light and shadow swayed gently in the breeze.

The shoe lightly touched the last step with a 'smack,' but instead touched a pool of water on the ground.

The surrounding environment was messy and had an indescribable stench; it was really hard to describe what kind of smell it was.

The room was a very spacious basement with only an old table with a lit candlestick and four benches in the middle, and a cup of steaming black tea on the table.

Several clumps of mushrooms grew in the corner of the wall due to excessive dampness, and the iron ball and chain, which were submerged in water, were rusted beyond recognition.

Water droplets continued to fall from the rooftop.

Dark and damp were my initial impressions of this place.

She took a few steps forward and then saw the cell that had been hidden by the wall.

The cold steel bars carved out narrow areas to serve as prison cells, with two cells on each side. The empty area in the middle was where prisoners were tortured, and dark red bloodstains on the floor had not been cleaned up.

In front of the rack was a wooden bucket filled with murky water, the area around which was covered in water stains, mixed with the blood on the ground, making it extremely filthy.

The stench in the air seemed to be coming from there.

There was a very long trail of blood from the area where the torture took place to the door of the nearest cell on the left, which gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that someone is being imprisoned in the cell with bloodstains near the entrance.

Fernana moved her pink lips as if she wanted to say something, her expression showing a hint of disbelief mixed with a touch of fear. She subconsciously took a few steps forward, then stumbled and ran quickly over.

He gripped the iron bars tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the person in the cell whose face was obscured by long hair and whose head was bowed.

"Tang Xiuna...is that you..." Fernna whispered nervously, her voice trembling, her heart filled with fear. For a moment, she didn't know whether to be afraid that she had mistaken someone for someone else or afraid that the person inside who was suffering so much was Tang Xiuna.

She wanted to meet him again in a more ordinary setting, not in such a dirty and chaotic place. But she had searched for Tang Xiuna for so long; what if it wasn't him? Disappointment after disappointment left her completely at a loss for what to do next.

With a 'clatter,' the cold chains moved. Upon closer inspection, his hands hung down in a very twisted position, with chains still attached to his wrists. His collarbone was even pierced by two extremely thick iron hooks, constantly oozing blood, making him look particularly gruesome.

He knelt on the ground, his ankles chained with iron balls, as if afraid he would escape.

He moved his head slightly; his hair, stained with blood and unwashed for a long time, was matted and clump-like, and it also smelled foul. As he looked up, his hair parted to the sides, revealing his disheveled and weak face.

Fernana's breath caught in her throat the moment she saw it. She frantically pounded on the door, trying to break in, shouting repeatedly, "Tangtang! Tangtang! Don't move! It'll hurt! I'll get you out right away!"

Tang Xiuna moved his body, and blood immediately gushed out from the wound on his collarbone.

He numbly looked up at the face he had longed for day and night. His thin lips, which had been dry and cracked from not drinking water for a long time, moved slightly as if he wanted to say something but said nothing. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested in a long time. He looked terribly haggard.

"Don't come any closer... Go away... Don't look at me..." he murmured, tears slowly streaming down his face. He tried to turn his head away from her gaze, but the movement aggravated the restraints on his body, causing his expression to contort. The iron gate was twisted from being smashed, and she broke the lock and rushed inside.

Fernana's eyes were red. She wanted to touch Tang Xiuna, but she didn't dare to, afraid that touching him would cause him even more pain.

"I'm sorry, I should have found out sooner. I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..." Fernna knelt on the ground, maintaining a posture that seemed to want to touch his face but dared not touch it at all, her expression sad but also tinged with a hint of caution.

"Nana, please turn your head away. Don't look at me, I'm ugly," Tang Xiuna pleaded in a low voice.

"I don't want to! I don't want to turn around! I finally saw you... What if you disappear again without a word? I've been looking for you for so long... You're all I have left..." Fernana's eyes reddened but were filled with tender love. She had never disliked Tang Xiuna, no matter how disheveled he was now, he was still her lover.

But... she didn't know how to save him.

How should she save him so that he doesn't suffer so much pain?

Tang Xiu lowered his eyes and remained silent. After a few seconds, he slowly raised his head. His dark purple eyes, though weary, were filled with determination.

"Nana...you should leave." Her voice was hoarse but still very gentle, filled with tender affection, yet the words she spoke were utterly heartless.

Fernana moved her pink lips, her eyes wide with disbelief, completely unable to believe that Tang Xiuna would say such a thing.

"What are you saying? Tangtang? Do you know what you're saying? Tang Xiuna!" She almost shouted the last three words. She didn't know why Tang Xiuna had suddenly become so heartless, but she had finally found him and wanted to rescue him. How could she abandon him and leave alone under these circumstances!
“I’m not leaving… I don’t want to leave…” Fernna kept shaking her head and muttering to herself.

Her expression was full of stubbornness, as if she had no intention of giving up her ideas.

Tang Xiuna slowly closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, saying softly as if he were heartless, "It's dangerous here. Let's go quickly. Don't make me say it a third time."

“I can leave, but I will get you out of here first. I will never change my mind. Absolutely!” Fernna gritted her teeth, stood up, and drew her sword, intending to cut him in two.

"Enough! Stop making a scene, Fernana." Tang Xiuna frowned, watching her actions closely, and stopped her.

"I'm not making a scene! I'm serious. Do you know how long I've been looking for you? Do you know how I fared after you disappeared? You know nothing!! You just want me to leave!!!" Fernna cried out in anguish, "Have you even considered my feelings?!"

Fernana's expression suddenly changed. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Tangtang... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. I... I just couldn't control my emotions... I don't know what's wrong with me? But... I put saving you first. Now that I've finally seen you, if I have to give up like this, I might as well die."

I've updated it! The Shuangna storyline has been inserted here, and it's synchronized with Mu Yegui's storyline.

The Twins route is also a very important key point in this dungeon.

After the September event, Fernana's emotions were constantly on the verge of collapse, always on edge. If that tension snapped, she would be gone. You all probably already know this; it's been mentioned several times in the story.

Regarding reincarnation, several prerequisites must be met; it's not that players can be reincarnated simply by dying.

Tang Xiuna's reincarnation is due to: 1. A strong will to survive; 2. An accidental death; 3. Resurrection by Lanlos (recommended by the guarantor); 4. Sufficient inherent abilities; 5. The existence of his original body; 6. Sufficient negative emotions.

All of the above are indispensable. Without the third option, the normal reincarnation probability is 5% (commonly known as "it depends on luck").

The twins' deaths were not accidental but natural deaths from old age, and therefore not subject to reincarnation. So don't have any expectations of the twins; just calmly accept their final fate.

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(End of this chapter)